Honest as Water

Barbed wire fences line a dirt road
I prick my finger and watch the blood flow
A rose at my feet , clouds o'er my head
I feel the heat as I lie on this bed

Honest as water that falls from above
Not even deaths angel can seperate love

A lady in crimson 'neath a scarlet veil
Takes hold of my hand and leads down the trail
I follow close , get lost in the steam
Spillin' over the banks of her wicked stream

-Rob McNurlin
copyright Buffalo Skinner Music BMI