Hard As Nails - Peter Wolf Crier

Hard smiles

Softest voice

Toes they touch the carpet steps

Out the door into the breasts of you Vagrant Queen

Show my hands to warmest touch

Whispering as you dress me up a new bride to be

Down the isle our side walk calls

A clergy of empty cars

Cold night

Silent priest

Clearing cracks walking tall

Promise you the moon and stars climbing rooftops of shopping malls

Big you

Little me

Sharing tricks and secret trades through the fields

Where shadows play their games

A toast to youth upon the school unto the halls

Write our names upon the walls

Our flag flying free

Our land not to keep

Bare feet, maroon soles leading us back to my room

Behind the shed I offer you my name but you refuse

Kindly watch over me Mary mother saint to be

Kindly watch over me Mary mother saint to be