I Will Fight For My

Grab The Broom Of Anger And Drive Off The Beast Of Fear.

Tell Me, And Then Again Show Me, So I Can Know.

So She Sat On The Porch And Watched The Moon Rise. Soon Its Amber Fluid Was Drenching The Earth, And Quenching The Thirst Of The Day.

Like The Dead-seeming, Cold Rocks, I Have Memories Within That Came Out Of The Material That Went To Make Me. Time And Place Have Had Their Say.

It Seems That Tears And Laughter, Love And Hate, Make Up The Sum Of Life!