aren´t you glad you can still feel pain
aren´t you glad you still feel anything
aren´t you glad you can still complain

aren´t you glad you´re still the same
make you run through life when you could walk
make you scream when you wanted to talk

would you rather wave a flag
or wave goodbye
would you rather flood your heart
or dare let them see you cry
rather fight a war or live in fear
aren´t you glad to be here

you can´t know till you do
by then lesser thieves have spoken for you
with their quiet demands
in a whispered hush
you may have to lie
when the truth hurts too much

as life traces the lines in our faces
i won´t look away
some die too young
some live too long
how dark is gone