Taken for a ride. I know I said I'd rescue you, but their troops had taken hold. At last you're not alone in that city, Am I safer, here in the cold? These bombs and bullets at night, you wear like j**elry. That seems to be the difference, between you and me. Let's hope it's not a grave No war is worth it, without you. No point in living without you. I know you feel the way I do. It's not a real world without you. Let's hope it's not a grave I heard some friends got taken for a ride, a one way journey, everybody died. It's not unusual, many go that way. Their numbers mounting every single day, But what can I do but hope you're still alive. This is what happens when opposites collide, public, and private, arbitrary d**h, 'cause war is power, and power is business. We are but numbers, statistics on a sheet. This is what happens whenever humans meet. No need for fingers, we know who to blame. Intolerance will end and start this game. I write this letter while taken for a ride. Maybe I'll see you on the other side, Let's hope it's not a grave. Two fingers crossed, hope it's not a grave. But what can I do, but hope you're still alive. This is what happens when opposites collide. Public and private, arbitrary d**h, 'cause war is power, and power business. These bombs and bullets at night, you wear like j**elry. That seems to be the difference between you and me.. Hope it's not a grave......