Thé silence before the lights

O’hail
This leathery smell
As I cross the opaque
The coach is zipped
Teeming with insolence
The odd is flighting over dignity

Tears dripping over face
The fire ashes them
One could feel the pain
She knew the finish
O’hail lord she whispered

The turning game she reminded
And the One agreed in a gaze
No one could read the robust clap
The enchanting sweat mixed with tears
The journey has come to an end
But the faith has gone stronger
O’hail give them bane AMAN