Player For a Stranger

Player For a Stranger
Thoughts on Calvary,
And salvation,
Wears a rosary,
No hesitation.
Above the sound of gunfire,
A prayer for strangers,
Couldn't get much higher,
Talks to angels.

Chorus
She's got something more than feeling,
You've just got to ask her.
She's got something to believe in,
And there's nothing better.
Friends and enemies,
A time for reason.
A time for charity,
A cry for freedom.
In the roar of battle,
Changing fortunes,
Senses bound and shackled
In the dark room.
(chorus)
Scarlet roses growing on white skin
Voices carrying nightmares
No escaping them
She's there
Close and taking care.