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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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