“Hold my hand and we’ll make it all right 
From this hell that we live in 
Cross the road until the light 
Comes inside and lives within 
It’s a long and lonesome ride 
When your friends have all gone home 
But the roses in your eyes 
They pull me in so I don’t feel alone 
You have one wing and I have another 
Seeking shelter like sister and brother 
Through the winter and through the summer 
Like one angel we’ll fly far away.”

Burlap To Cashmere – Eileen’s Song