Every night I meet the tiger and look him in the eye and what I see,
you will never know without you’ve been there!
If, you’ve been there, then you know the tiger waits for you and me.
No matter how long its been, when the lights go out, the tiger crutches and waits patinently.
The jungle night is full of tigers in black pajamas, ready to strike just beyond the razor wire!
Cold sweat and early morning call…the tigers are gone, but the memories linger on.
We’ve survived another night in the jungle and those who were there, will never forget!
We will always be in the eye of the tiger forlorn.
