If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains;

Or had I some poison gas,
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
People whom I do not love.

But I have no lethal weapon-
Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!
So they still are quick and well
Who should be, by rights, in hell.

Oh, broken tears
Sear my scarred face
Like salt in wounds
Rubbing in the pain

How I have forgotten
The beauty that shone
Brightly from your eyes
But now I do not see you

Oh, sweetest memories
Are like haunting nightmares
Forever tormenting this man
Of something that can never be

Only this patch of ground
In a empty grave yard
Keeps you from my grasp
I weep only broken tears

We are expected to do great things
To save the world
Even when our own lungs
Heave though each breath
Like they're ******* in water
Instead of air

Know this
Sometimes it is enough
To close your eyes each night
And simply say
You made it through the day
Alive again.