Townes

I was born a victim to circumstance, time and chances cold.

I believe we were carried by the push and pull, the flood of fools and their lives

To wage a battle on the poor.

Falling from our ranks, deserting,

Withdrawing from our fates, retreating,

Falling from our ranks, deserting

To the marching of drums, belief goes on;

A life admonished and loathed.

I would sit with [unintelligible]

That the actions chosen forever burden the soul.

And [unintelligible] our brothers back home.

Falling from our ranks, deserting,

Withdrawing from our fates, retreating,

Falling from our ranks, deserting

To the marching of drums, belief goes on;

A life admonished and loathed.