I tossed the dice
And lost
He drew an ace
I drew a three
He jumped the stream
I fell in
But then I won
The greatest prize of all
I won your heart

I soar on eagles wings
Watching humanity implode

I glide over what were happy streets
But now see fear and suspicion on every upturned face

Children now escorted by parents
Even schools and churches no longer safe havens

My journey takes me further
Out over bloodstained sand and rock
To places where religion fights religion
In the name of religion

I am raptor, a winged killer on the wind
But I **** to feed my family
I **** only to survive

But humanity has taken the road
That only leads to death
I soar above on eagles wings
Watching humanity implode

A strip of barren land
Stark, forbidding
But I sat there and watched a flower grow
Bringing a bright splash of colour
To this dead land
Bringing a bright splash of hope
To a world sinking into the darkness

Not of a ***** and opened mouth snog
On some suntan oil stinking beach
But rather holding hand's under the moon
And just the gentle brush of lips on my cheek
Barely clad bodies under the sun
Baring their all to those who would look
No, just soft gentle curves left for imagination
To think of pleasures to come
After all there is no hurry to capture your love
For if its true your true love will come
And fourty years later you'll still be holding hands
Under a bright lovers moon

Still 2000 miles to go and the men are dressed in rags
But the horses are still fit and strong, still eager yet to run
Sony Jim you'll ride the drag for you are the youngest here
And before this day is out you'll be crying for your mum
Eight hours in the saddle with but one change of horse
Your body thick with dust and cowshit
A voice now harsh and coarse
Charlie, ***, you'll ride the flanks for I need them held in tight
And when we hit the camping ground you'll be my riders in the night
The cows are getting thirsty but waters still ten miles away
But still we must stop and rest them at the dying of the day
***, Charlie ride softly found the herd
Sing or whistle a gentle song
The rest of you now sleep close by, reins tied to your hand
Keep your horses saddled, keep your boots on tight
For you all might be required to ride like madmen in the night
UP, Up for they are up and running free
You've got to reach the head and turn them
Before they crash down on the scree
Close in, close in and get the head to turn
Force them to the centre force the head to wheel
But a man and horse are down and trampled in the dust
But before he died he turned the herd and very few were lost
First light and we ride out to find our fallen friend
Alas it was poor Sony Jim, just sixteen years of age
Yes Sony gave his life doing what he loved
Nobody ever forced him to ride the drivers road

In this modern world of terrorism
A world where gun law is king
The old adage of love thy neighbour as thyself
Rings true
But only if he's stood in front of you
And you have the biggest
GUN