i scream and cry and nash my teeth
bum out everyone I meet
look into my children's eyes
mourn the shortness of their lives
live each day like it's the last
contemplate the victims past
pour another whiskey rocks
grow these golden curly locks
love the world as it still is
cherish the gifts mother gives
knowing that our time is short
i feel compelled to report
the Truth of Our Predicament
one purpose for which i was sent
and to love and share my soul
with the one who makes me whole
but for that my end is near
i'd love you more a hundred years
so i'll strive to make the most
of our time on this petri ghost
love you still another day
and if there is any way
to help my angels live and grow
i'd give my last breath to make it so