La peur n'est rien: Fear is Nothing

Tue, 04/15/2014 - 22:27 -- drmynes

That kid crashed his way into my mind

Made his impression, left it all behind

Oh, he’s running distance with my heart

That boy, the musician with talent widespread

 

My lips rebel; they form his name

My world will never be the same

Oh, he’s running distance with my heart

That boy, the drummer who’s in my head

 

He clutched my hand, I lost control

It sent a thrill right through my soul

Oh, he’s running distance with my heart

That boy, the Indian in the red

 

That Indian ripped my heart from my chest

And took off sprinting towards the west

Oh, he’s running distance with my heart

That boy, the athlete like a thoroughbred

 

He fights, gallantly, wielding his rifle

My fears, my terrors I’m trying to stifle

Oh, he’s running distance with my heart

That man, the soldier who’s spitting lead

 

When asked whose life he valued more,

He answered, as always, yours.

Oh, he’s running distance with my heart

That man, my comrade who’s bleeding red

 

He took those bullets for a friend

A Lieutenant, his girl til the end

Oh, without him my world just fell apart

That hero, my lover who’s dropped dead

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