When it rains you can feel the pain
Echo through the rain
Washing away the souls of the slain
Reminding me of what could have been
As I stand amongst the surviving men
I wondered aloud asking them all
Do we deserve to live while others fall?
Many said yes others said no
I was uncertain so decided to go
As I left the salted earth of death
The voices of the fallen wasted away
I could hear them take their last breath
As they fell into the arms of decay
The further I went the louder they became
Their long gone voices still ringing in my head
They filled me with bountiful shame
I could never sleep I would just lie awake in bed
I soon grew so sick of the pain
That I took a gun and placed it to my brain
I thought for a moment should I be slain?
And fall into the arms of decay
After long minutes of uncertainty
I placed my finger upon the trigger
Blowing pieces of my head all over the place
I had finally lost the inevitable race
I now lay in the arms of decay
Wasting away every time it rains
The next time you feel my pain
Deny the shame
Over come your pain
And realize that all must be slain