You know sometimes right out of the blue,
I find myself just thinking of you...

Let me be your soldier baby,
I'd fight a war for you girl...

There's a little something I want to say to you,
There's no limit to the things that I'd do...

When you look into my eyes,
What do you see...

Those who write on cabin walls,
Roll their shjt in little balls...

---------------War
-------------Hatred...

I sit here all alone in my room,
Writing endless poems of you...

It is not Passion, or sentiment,
Or idle words...

I have a list of people I know,
All written in a book...