DIALECTIC

I wanted to help you at the end of the day You hurt in the silence as the moments passed away I watched as you smiled and I seen you make jokes People 'round you had no clue that you were broke, you wrote At a table then you walked all alone You sat on a plank board as the fireball swung low It stretched out the shadows and there's no way you Could know I am a pointless old discerner I've got gifts that never can be healed I am a pointless old deserter I walked away the day I got killed The day that I got killed Since my time in wandering I have wondered if There was a point in meeting you It would take some bravery and some risk To make you whole I'm pretty sure that I can no longer do 'cuz I am a pointless old deserter I have gifts that never can be healed I am a pointless deserter I cried the day that I was killed I cried the day that I was killed When can heroes just stop counting lives they save When can they live their own life instead Seems to me you save so many people then Let 'em down, you wind up dead I died the day that I was killed I cried the day that I was killed I tried the day that I was killed I died the day that I was killed I died the day that I was killed I tried the day that I was killed I cried the day that I was killed I died the day that I was killed