ADMIST THE VASTNESS OF SKY
ANGER OF THE SEA
RUSTLING OF THE TREES
TREACHERY OF NIGHT
I FOUND A LADY
STANDING ALL ALONE
SEARCHING HER RIGHTS
TO FEED HER CHILDREN
TO TAKE THEIR PAIN
DROPS OF SORROW RAINED
ON TO THE STONES
THAT CAN NEVER CARE
DARKNESS OF HER FUTURE
DEMANDING HER SHAME
TO FOREVER LOOSE HER NAME
IN THE ARMS OF SEVERAL MAN
HER ONLY TREASURE
THEIR TOY FOR PLESURE
HER SORROW NEVER CARED
RESTLESS IS STILL HER SOUL
LOOKING FOR A CROUCH IS SHE
TO LAY DOWN HER HEAD
AND REST IN PEACE