Dear God, br I'm standing between your stone pillars br With pain killers all over my chest. br br I'm thinking of warmth br As my body runs cold br Inside my old-feeling bones. br br As my wrists are torn br Each to his own br To support the helping hand. br br On private land br Do my grieviances grow. br br Sweet bitterness of the cold br That flows inside will unveil br In more detail how.... br br And right now br A man is weak at a woman's touch. br br Such women be friends br 'Till silent end br of secret's keep br br And now I know br Before I sleep br That I possess br br A friend indeed. br He is she when his touch br Is gentle yet effective br br Irrespective of his masculine nature. br He is mine and yours br with a little wine br br Then everyone's br Under the sun br br And the son br Of Ireshire can see br br Something that no one br Yet can say br From june 'till next may..... br br He is no fool br No father neither is he br not even to me. br br Wait, now I see br A pillar of salt br A pillar of pain. br br I'm willing to die br Or cry or try br br Anything so that br Our friendship will remain.