Hold On...

The Recent Exchange

Is Just Another Face Arranged

By The Knife Edge Of Time

And Just Another Waste Of Mine



I Wonder...

Was That The Pharoh's Daughter,

Or The Wealth I Still Remember?



We Were Dressed In Uniforms Left Over From The War

A Tourniquet, An Iron Vest, Our Emblem Was A Star

The Younger Ones Looked Frightend,

Left Unguarded By The Clouds

While Sons Of Fire With Trembling Hands

Burned Heroes To The Ground



Is Is True? I Wonder...

Was That The Famous Daughter

Of The Well-heeled Revolving Oh, So Fine

While We Were Building Caskets

For Boys In Leather Jackets?



The Girl's Quite Familiar...