Tragedy befalls me, Tragedy befalls us all.

Memory calls on me, on that which I cannot recall.

I was on the mend, I needed a dear friend, dear.

I was at my wit’s end – my wit’s end, which end of wits was unclear.

I was afraid to die.

But more than dying I feared not living. More that unliving, not having lived.

I’ll give my all, hope all’s forgiven. I’m reworking my narrative.

History is grand. His story’s appalling.

The appalling is upon us, siren song is calling.

Sadly where I stand, many folks have fallen.

Many women, many children. They almost did ‘em all in.

And they all was afraid to die.

But more than dying they feared not living. More than unliving not having lived.

I’ll give my all, hope all’s forgiven. I’m reworking my narrative.

Proudly where I fall, many good women stood. Many children, many men, all for a greater good.

And they all, they all was afraid to die.

More than dying they feared not living. More than unliving, not having lived.

I’ll give my all, hope all’s forgiven. I’m reworking my narrative.