this world sometimes is a cruel place
built more with nights than with days
here goodness oft comes at a price
and pain and suffering oft chase the nice
but all this you must already know
this bitter truth on your face does show
for you too have lived for so many years
washed your eyes with so many tears
yes these shoulders they may groan to bear
this crushing load imposed unfair
but whenever next you feel this way
like a despairing mute with much to say
ask yourself why He didn’t give you wings
(no, not merely so you could hold on to things)
ask yourself why He gave you two hands
(perhaps they were to help you understand)
that see, scrunch those palms and watch the twist
this tale doth bringeth: voila they’re fists!
and this here may only be a hunch
but those hands of yours – they pack a punch
so take the tired tough day on your chin
spit at it, welcome it; don’t lose your grin
for it’s not in justice that the gods delight
but in the man who shows steel for a fight.
ram cobain
