Shuck your wielding flights of fancy, cool your heels, blow off your pansies... remember your love, she gives you her soul, that's if you live....... call off comrades, cool their daggers... better off, you'll move and swagger in a more appropriate way, freer now, that's what they say....... if you come back with your eyes if you come back telling lies about what you had to do, it's OK, God's glad for you.......... Luck to shield you, fight those lassies, think they're men but wear pink panties, remember your girl, she gives you undying love, must live........ Wall of comrades, pull their daggers, better off for you, their swagger is a more appropriate way to free now, that's what they say......... but when you come back, hide your eyes from your conscience, tell those lies to yourself, you had to, you, it's OK, we're bad WITH you........ Shuck your steely plights, no fancy, flying wheels 'cause they're for pansies... Don't forget your love, she is waiting for you, prays you live.... So fall off comrades, steal their daggers, better off for you, the swagger isn't an appropriate way to get free.... who cares, she'll say....... .....just please come back, hide your eyes, when you do, we'll tell those lies to your conscience, we have to, we'll survive the sad in you and pluck the flowers back to life, please, baby, we'll try and fight and live the life we're meant to live... please come back, so we can live...    copyright 2007 Rose Loya