She was alone when she wrote a suicide letter
Love had ruined her life things wouldn’t get any better
In her sleeping gown frozen in a corner
She was crying her eyes full of tears
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.