Raindrops into a glass of wine
or was it an angel crying
as I sit here in the cold rain
I try to myself my life explain

I have travled the whole earth orr
the valleys deep the mountains high and more
I have seen thigs that would make you cry
yes, by my hand seen people die

I have seen my buddies lying in the the mud
I seen rain running down the color of blood
I have seen children with hunger in their eyes
living in squaller overed in flies