"congratulations. it's a boy."
"doctor, he has my nose
and look at his toes...
they're all smaller than dimes---"
"oh, but, sir, i have bad news...
i'm afraid it's your wife...
she just couldn't fight for two..."

and there he fell to a puddle
and in a broken voice mumbled

"sometimes there is life in death.
rarely do we understand it
but i will love him nonetheless"

i've heard they hung you like the sun
in the sky to a splintered plank
with a railroad tie.
enemies and friends
all watched you die.
they all watched you die for them.

oh, you broke and you suffered
all because you loved.
sometimes there is life in death.
rarely do we understand it but you,
you love us nonetheless.

"congratulations, my good friend.
you've got the job.
now go spread your legs
and don't say a word
'cause you're part of a plan
that's bigger than you
could ever comprehend."

as i left there i carried
all of my innocence- buried
all of my hopes and my dreams.
on the sidewalk i fell to my knees
and cried

"sometimes there is life in death.
rarely do i understand it.
you love me but i must confess
that this seems more about wishful thinking.
and this seems more about swimming than sinking.
i wish, wish, wish i could dismiss it."

sometimes there is life in death.
rarely do i understand it but i'm trying