Lita Ford

(Ford,Ehmig)
She runs through the streets, so desperately young
Her eyes aflame, and her mind undone
She aches for the songs, that will never be sung
And the heroes so quickly forgotten
She sees a friend, in the church yard light
Laughing and joking and talking to the sky
Shots ring out, and he hits the ground
He never opens his eyes
And she cries
*Heaven is closed to the angels below
Streets of gold are now paved with sorrow
God only knows what happens to love
When the innocence is gone
And the war of the angels has begun
The ghosts in her head, have faces and names
TheyВґre soldiers and children, all one in the same
In the streets and the alleys, hear the battle cries sound