Too many times

As long as I live to tell the truth
I will survive one more night with you

But wiltered I come to persih in your arms
The sound of wickedness is here my mind is a web

Too many times i've seen her die
The Holy Spirit was called by my sigh

I carry her because she is ill
And I pray that she lives to heal

For all I have left is the fight for your heart
And the Sun protects me from the Moon's evil lung

Rolling stones will send me to prison
If I carry a gun to cure her treason