Throw me to the fire

Better than to have to live with it

We have known an honest man

Blessed with grace and dignity

Rather hoped they'd write his name in lights instead of flowers

But there's so much that he will never know

And though it could be said that he had never been a looker

Surely not deserved of winters without a shelter

And I'd have left him bleed into the snow if i were tougher

But there's so much that I am yet to know