honest.. i like that.

A friend tell' stories of a person who never got anything
And contrastin' the glory of a man who lost everything
Then reading across the flashin' pages of disasters
Confession of a hero to none, but the first to run
Choice of hero or coward, he's his own master
At the end of the day nothing's at stake, who's won
The battle of violence, bloodshed and catastrophe
Perhaps replies adventured from mother nature
Fault versus blame - moral against self, controversy
Truth and reality, fact is it's art over pleasure
Self above others, or rather it's a case of my generation
Selfish, self-centred, called the "I, Myself and I generation"
But I don't blame the people themselves, no
They have complete say - their lives is their control
So let 'em go, the real problem is in the head
Skies aren't blue these days, gloom is in the red
Of course it gotta be with education like this;
Of course it gotta be with manfactures like this
Hot from the oven without true spiritual inspiration
All they get is facts and stats in the process of transmission

So don't blame the kids - they're not at fault
But of course a little wisdom would help a lot

And oh yes.. About the 2 men..
Maybe it's better to have loved and been loved
Rather than be a man soul-less and never been loved
But I guess the fear is in losing what we have
But you realise after all - we're all broken, deprived and empty anyway.

If I should be so bold to adopt loss as second nature.

haa.