Come one, come all and listen close,
Listen to the ramblings of a mad man chained to sanity.
Listen as he rages and spits like an animal in a trap.
See how he struggles against the harshest truth he has ever known.
See how he curses his fates and defies his reality.
How long will he go? Place your wages as he fights his own will.

Alone he struggles from deep within,
On the one hand escape into a fantasy
where all is as it was and all is as it should be
With wife at his side and child bearing still
Blood and violence in the past
peace and light all he sees before

And on the other his reality,
His wife long buried, child stillborn,
remembering still the thunder of the gunfire
flashing like lightning and destroying as effectivly
The hand of a loved one shaking with the report
as his heart is blasted into the abyss,
his own life fading as quickly as theirs
his family gone leaving him all alone

This poor wretch balances upon the edge
Lean one way to find peace in death,
That way leads to the arms of his lover
the eyes of his daughter.

Lean the other to find pain in life.
That way leads to honor in the eyes of his lover
A promise kept though made long before

Come and see him struggle
Come and hear him weep
Come and place your bets
Which way shall he fall
Which way indeed