Well danged, if we're gonna get down wid it6 lets jus' get down wid it. Know what I mean? Robin Fulks...

God help us all
in troubled dream some peace to find
the night is long
and those now gone they haunt my mind

The lone voice calls
the shadowed face towards me turns
her arms unfold
and on her breast my name is burned

Call out the flame or go
love left a child to roam
but my love ahs lmog turned cold
and night child is a stranger

Go, child go
from mental rage your dreams have flown
your home has fallen still
and thru it all still winds have blown

reserve with you in
there'so sweet taste of day's gone by
a long lost man
who sees no light nor hears you cry

Call out the flame or gpo
love left a child to to raom
but my love has long grown cold
night child is a stranger

Yeah, this is the hard times at its hardest........

Bobert