Sun burns the charcoal into fine glass

Beneath the coral undersea grass

Pearls are born in ocean's oyster sand

Trapped into beautifying every hand

Glamorous as any prisoner can



Diamond

Bombs Away

Shot dead zirconium gun



Spy ready periscopes are looking out

War submarines of love have turned about

Fool's gold is shaped into a band

Trapped into beautifying every hand

Glamorous as any prisoner can



Diamond

Bombs Away

Shot dead zirconium gun



Camouflage me, Kamikaze

Sabotage me, glitter shiny