DYING IN THE RAIN
Crawl me deep in jungle grass
my wounds, unbound, do bleed
Vietchild looked up and smiled
then shot me in his need
Cry me rivers wet with war
smoke me full of lust
silent weapon, muzzle-choked,
sprouting seeds of rust
Sing me songs of Rock-N-Roll
I'll never hear again
and pray that God will find me here
dying in the rain