Sorrow is my closest friend
With pain I have walked hand in hand
With lonesome I’ve play upon the sand
With hopeless I’ve bled upon the land
Felt so weak I could barely stand
So angry that vengeance would demand
That blood be spilled on its command
But in this action you must resist
Though every muscle may insist
Problems are not solved by gun or fist
So when you hear the slightest hiss
You’ll know the devils arrow missed

(C)