I watched a man drown in sorrow as I held his life jacket
All I needed was some courage and I still don’t have it
My will to speak is far too weak
Yet my anger is at it’s peak

So I will shout and I will cry
Yelling at God for not letting me die
Back when I was in my spry
For I am old now with no reason why

My once prideful wisdom fleets and words go missing
The pistol on the coffee table keeps insisting
That maybe it’s finally time to stop resisting
And be born again to search for who I’ve been missing