I am so tired of being me
I cried, not seeing that the
Cup of Gethsemane is there to be.

You’ve got training in Semtex and 7,62
But are still claiming it’s not up to you.
If your life’s totem is that tall,
Why are you not willing to risk it all?

You could give tears of joy, like pearls in heaven, to children hugging their father.

You could give boy and girl a chance to kiss, forgetting the nagging alarm of armer.

If you were not too old!

But would you really be that bold?
I only know that I wish that my tears where bullets, bullets, bullets, bullets, bullets and more bullets!