Pain struck upon his ****** head,
his broken heart, his reddish eyes
Yet it makes him stronger,
Keeps him walking
Into the jaws of death,
Into the mouth of hell.

For what's sweeter than her eyes?
Smile that wrinkled her cheeks?
And the warm embrace that she gives?

Man by man asked for his woes,
His pain and tears.
He gave them a stare and spitted,
"Sick as hell,
but not this soul."

Deep inside, he cried
"Ease will come,
With joy and hope.."

"..but not today,
Not today"