Ron's Bar
Dust of the desert, a sailor's lost soul
Sun burns the truth and oil slicks unfold
Once brave, now broken and scarred
By the whispers of a love that fell apart
Left it all, faked his end, a tragic tale
Became Ron Fiori, beyond the pale
Whut-tay-mala’s embrace, a land of the free
The past fades away with the setting sea
Ron's Bar, a haven for the damned
Whiskey flows, secrets are slammed
With Zoe, the nights come alive
Her dark eyes hide a story to survive
Zoe Marroquín, jaded and worn
Her beauty a beacon, in a life forlorn
Cashier's grin, a mask of despair
But in Ron's shadow, she starts to dare
The strength of her weary eyes
Sparks of a fighter, ready to rise
Dances on the edge of the night
Love a currency, hearts take flight
DEA shadows, a deal in vain
Take down a monster, a new name to claim
Victor De LaRosa, the gold king's reign
A target for Ron, his Visa to sustain
Bullets fly, in the green embrace
Where a cartel's grip has no grace
Mission's clear, the price is high
Betrayal's shadow, always lies
Ron's Bar, a stage for the final act
Love and deceit intertwine and react
Zoe by his side, they're ready to flee
Panama, where they might live free
Run in the cover of night
Run for their lives with all their might
Hearts beating, a rhythm so stark
Their love, a beacon in the dark
In the chaos, they find their way
Green of the jungle a path to stray
Ron and Zoe, bound by fate's decree
Never truly free, in a world of misery
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