a life that's spent in anger,
another that's almost too frail
to last for even a single day
past a moment of torture.
efforts to toil and persevere
may sometimes go in vain
wither and dry and fall they may
but never to cost a future
why then must one be so in haste
to tie a throat, to slit a vein
to pop some pills, and run from pain
a life of chase is but a waste
when the world is harsh and full of sin
when sorrow's great and troubles thicken
when the lights dim and hope runs thin
you tune it all out, and look within
empty your minds, open your hearts
gather your strength, fight ever so hard
never succumb, don't surrender
live another day, if not forever
