She was my woman,
my love,
my life,
and the Indians,
they did attack.
We circled the wagons,
and I fought with everything
I ever was, to protect her
from harm.
I stood on a rock
of blind trust,
prepared to fight
til end.
I took countless arrows
into heart,
but did not cease
to fight,
for her life,
which was my life.
I gave all,
but it was not
enough,
so here I lay
and die,
even as hard
as I did try,
to save
this love
now lost.
