She's a lady in the daytime
     And a demon in the night-
Never passes a chance to party
            Till the first rays
            Of morning light--
She CAN hold her own..
              ....With anybody
   And can kick it with the best
She paints a smile on
     Like a real trooper--
  Because  its who.... She's...
........supposed.. to be
            Look really deep ...
......into her eyes
  You can see --a caged animal
                 Wishing..
                           To be free
There is something in her  nature
  That never lets her get a break
The laughter and good time girl
        Is just a picture ... That is....
                   Absolutely fake
As for looking into her psyche
     To see .. What makes her tick
She will thwart  every effort
As she has learned every trick
      She mourns her own demons
Like a grief stricken widow does
        Which is exactly what she is
  You see .......he left her for his third  tour
                        He smiled at her
                 WITH THAT TWINKLE ..
                          ......in his eye
              Then just one week later
                    That TWINKLE faded
                     When a snipers bullet
                SLAMMED    
                           Into his brain.  
All of him  and a big part of her.....
              Picked that moment to die
                   So now she's living (sorta)
         On borrowed time and mournful pain
                         Knowing that he is ........
                                     ...still with her
                       Around her neck.....his dogtags hang........
                                  On a bloodstained------- silver chain.