Samba Known

I've come to you a pretty girl I've come to you just right I'm longing for your arms abhor I'm offered you tonight. I call you for the favored vail Your more where I can't feel And beg you for the ones who live that others form your keel And make you come to see me bleed where others force their beil And take you to their land of time that all will be to Hell And tell you that you haven't lived till others see your sail And ask you if you've lived that way for all you did to fail And bring you to another land that others will prevail And take you only by the hand you handed me to bail And say to you you've never lived until you're on your own And blessings come to all who live not knowing their unknown