Palmyra

There was lung-cold steel in the way

I feel without her

There were mystic eyes shinin' through the lies about her

Palmyra My actu'l grip on life was gone

I was livin' in my dream

When along came a man on a tortoise shell

The strangest

I did see

He said "come ride upon my back. Although the pace is slow I've no intention of turning back From where you want to go-ho"

And there was

Jessica, long and dark'ning

An under-rated queen

To laugh is fine

To fool, divine

But keep your thinking clean

And here Miranda stood much taller

Softly flowing grace

Why was the smirk now getting smaller

Painted on my face?

Palmyra