Thoughts on cavalry and salvation Wears her rosary, no hesitation Above the sound of gunfire, a prayer for strangers Couldn't get much higher, talks to angels
She's got something more than feeling You've just got to ask her She's got something to believe in And there's nothing better
Friends and enemies, a time for reason A time for charity, a cry for freedom In the roar of battle, changing fortunes Senses bound and shackled in the dark room
Scarlet roses growing on white skin Voices carrying nightmares, no escaping them She's there, close and taking care