FIRST AID / LAST RITES 1966 by TI Tim Lawrence
		FIRST AID, LAST RITES 1966 First aid Last rites The hour to hour way we live God is in our minds every time we lift into the air An hour later true time takes over And fills us up with love remembered Our good time love to come I killed a man today The only thing I had ever hurt before Was a woman one time while making love And then I only kissed too hard How does it feel to kill? Like dying lonesome and unloved yourself Like cutting living grass Or losing all your marbles In a match that wasn't right They are not dummies On an infiltration field The silent enemy below breathes, too Someone should have told me that Before I ran that red stained field When true time takes me over now After God has helped my mind awhile I think of love I love my fellow man Perhaps a little more today Tomorrow I'll go gently then And give the other side a chance.