Cruel Guards

I've seen his face before and I wonder what it means three lonely fi gures standing at my door and one he spoke to me with a letter from my home and a fever in his eyes a chill went through my bones and I bid my host goodbye he gave me no reply and I

I have no other way There is a price to pay For what the man will say That I was a million miles away In a promise full of steam It could take no vacant dream To persuade me to believe I think just don't fight it, Don't fight it, don't fight it If yo