A Song About Death and Hope

A young man walks alone on a cold winter's night His eyes are black and blue Lips are red and bloody from the fight He's learning lessons that we all must learn in life The world is cold without a home It just gets harder as we go See he got beat up for a place to lay his head Ran away a long time ago, Left his little baby daughter without a dad You don't know desperate till a cardboard shack's your bed But see it happens all the time And desperate's never been a crime We all fall to pieces, we all break down and cry We all hang our heads afraid to hold them up sometimes They say life's a struggle, they say we'll always need to fight And hey, maybe they're right A young girl tosses and turns awake and all alone Father left her and her mother hardly ever stays at home She thinks 'Dad you said you'd stay and watch me grow' But promises aren't all they used to be But at least I hope you're happy and you're free Few miles away a couple tears fall to the ground The young man covers up his face Wishing he was still around Tell her he cares and pick her up when she falls down But past mistakes can't be undone Life's just a game he's never won We all fall to pieces, we all break down and cry We all hang our heads afraid to hold them up sometimes They say life's a struggle, they say we'll always need to fight And hey, maybe they're right Desperation grips the corners of his mind In his hand's a pistol, deadliest kind of poison you can find He loads a bullet, takes a deep breath, closed his eyes Then he puts that gun up to his head Thinking maybe things would be better if I'm dead Catches a glimpse of death from underneath the door Screams 'I don't think I can bear to live this life anymore' Death walks in his black cloak dragging on the floor Says, 'Pull that trigger and come with me But maybe it's not as hopeless as it seems' We all fall to pieces, we all break down and cry We all hang our heads afraid to hold them up sometimes They say life's a struggle, they say we'll always need to fight And hey, maybe they're right The young man drops his pride and falls to his knees He looks up at death and say Sorry but I've got promises to keep We all get down sometimes and cry ourselves to sleep But you just can't help being sad When you've got that devil on your back Death threw back his hood and said 'Son forgive me please Never seen a man like you so humbled, falling on his knees You're not begging too much but I see it in your eyes You've got more will to live than the sun's got will to rise' So pack your bags, go home, kiss your daughter Tell her how much you missed her and how much you love her Someday you and I will meet again Some might even call us friends You're a young man, got your whole life ahead Things will get better so try and be happy instead Just cherish the ones that you love I'll be waiting for you, please don't give up Your hair is already turning gray So please don't waste your life away