Virgin Soul
Kenny Kanowski / Michael Matijevic
Rain has covered sacred ground
Love has turned a shade of grey
A softly spoken helpless child
A twist of fate come her way
She's blinded be the wool of the devil
Chained to the cross of love
A lonely face confused emotions
A dying rose in rain
And she lays down and prays
As the tears roll down her face
She trusted you, yeh to find the truth
A virgin soul in pain
Empty words on crumbled paper
Streets with no names
No one can save her now
She lost all love, love, love
Up ahead is hell on the horizon
Pulling her down to his grave