In a nowhere bar-room on the east side of the city. There was a strange smell of burning outside in the street. I was giving a sermon like the son of a preacher. I was high on revolution and wild with belief. Across the table she was lighting a cigarette. And in the light of the flame her eyes flashed fury as she turned to me. She said - you're never going to save the world. you're never going to save the world. you're never going to save the world. If you can't save me. On Cavalry Hill the sky turned black. And the wind blew the dust in the blistering heat. But the heavens were empty no angels came. The only sound I remember was the crying of Mary and the mother's weep. And he cried out - you're never going to save the world. you're never going to save the world. you're never going to save the world. If you can't save me. It's all vanity and you're never going to save the world. you're never going to save the world. you're never going to save the world. If you can't save me. -- By Adnan Paniagua