Battlefield - Pauline Taylor

Lately you’ve felt

Out on a ledge

Waiting for the

Wind to blow ya

Over and over

Oh maybe we’ll see

You fly

Fly

Near in the end

You’re on the mend

Safe and climbing

Up and highing

Closer and closer and closer

You’re touching the sky

Turning your back

Oh you’ve got to look out for yourself

Walking away from the battlefield

Tattered and frail

Wasted away

Needing for the love to fill ya

Hoping and praying but no one is making you whole

Whole

Turing your back

Oh you’ve got to look out for yourself

Walking away from the battlefield