7. Veronica

Where angels fear to tread
Man drives on straight ahead
Leaves me for done for dead
She wipes my brow

Along the beaten track
All on my beaten back
Before the last attack
She wipes my brow

In amongst the weary
Refreshment comes close by
The bloodied bleary
For a moment fly
She reaches touches
Gently breaks the hold
In burning clutches
She remains ice-cold

The babble and the noise
The desert that destroys
She keeps her perfect poise
And wipes my brow

Deep drawn and under threat
Howl with insane regret
Internal blood and sweat
She wipes my brow

Leaving her impression
She soothes and moves along
Another to refreshen
And sing her saving song