The dark clouds loom over our heads, lover
Our souls and bodies are crying my sufferer
Back when our feet little and eyes large
With hope and happiness, floated boats with barge
Only seven year old lives, thought to be big and strong only to fall shorter than tires of our bikes

The barrels above our eyes
Russian roulette's demise
When lovers rejoice
We slap and cry
Eat and dream to die

Mister and mistress come and go
You my lover were my only hope
Now shatter and flow
Like wine from bottles and necks round with ropes

I write with broken quills and fingers
Ink spilled and soiled
Outside the sounds echo of ringers
My lover, my sufferer
My sufferer my lover

Lovers no longer rejoice
The roulette's of Russians no longer demise
We slap and we cry
We don't eat
We die