Louretta

Come back home, Another night, Louretta, An unborn child The sins of a wife to an unholy tribe: You've wings that fly In dreams and paradise Come back home, Louretta! * A play it was for two fools, You pay for what they didn't lose, Drowning in the dark, Never knowing who you are, My silence is your coffin's craven hues * Come back home, One final dream, Louretta, an unheard scream Can you tell that you've met your demise, your soul having known no hate or desires? Come back home, Louretta