Robert

Tell me, tell me why, they treat you like a seer, my lips dance in delight, you command such lovely air, bells ring out the night, candle scent and myrrh, if we each die , there’s no call for stolen tears, it demands we have to try, a disco ball of flair, the proud call out their fears, our joys held in tight, I walk like a man gone by, through the city's streets, so hot they seem to fry, every little lair, bring songs to all its ears, as if we have no care, our ship is full of iron, they love orators here, in darkness comes a lullaby, souls rise up to share..