There's a host of hurts we come across
From the air inside the birthing room
To the darkness where we die
Though I feel I'm just as strong as any man I know
Crawl into our darkened rooms where only victims go
Though I feel I'm strong enough to carry all this load
All my actions, false or true
Selfish motives I will use
We were born with knives in hand
Trained to kill our fellow man
If we're not better than the rest
How will children do their best
Find your patience, find your truth
Love is all we have to lose