If a battle were waged
and my side were losing
I couldn't find myself
doing anything but standing tall
but then again, I don't stand

If a day were to pass
and I were not to breath again
I wouldn't cry out
in a rage of unfairness
but then again, I'm not angry

If a note were to be sung
and by a sweet voice other than mine
I wouldn't doubt
that an angel of no other sang it
but then again, I'm not religious