She Had Bullets In Her Eyes And

The Battle Outside Raging Will Soon Shake Your Windows And Rattle Your Walls.

You Don't Have To Be Afraid Of Looking Into My Face. We've Done Nothing To Each Other That Time Will Not Erase.

You Use To Ride On The Chrome Horse With Your Diplomat, Who Carried On His Shoulder A Siamese Cat.

You Breathed On Me And Made My Life A Richer One To Live, When I Was Deep In Poverty You Taught Me How To Give. Dried The Tears Up From My Dreams And Pulled Me From My Hole, Quenched My Thirst And Satisfied The Burning In My Soul.

He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.