I asked her, my God said did I have permission with tears in her eyes she bowed and give me a veto
This is a personal thing just my communion of the faithful as I told my sweet queen I will be lucky to come back home again
So we battle up never ever are things too late warriors once and survived and again into hell we ride
It's a state of time it's a state of mind it's fury you never really get over now I fly with an utter vengeance flying fast as lightening over the white cliffs of Dover