Rags and things to clean the mess, br Dull pains below the belt. br That day for you was dreamy- br Filled with smiles you never felt. br br Fresh blood of yours was turned foul, brown br And drops crashed from the sky. br You laid there with a crooked grin, br But I won't ask you why. br br So given chance, would you die br To save your little soul? - br Take back that day in creaking clouds br To end this 'maybe' role? br br This game you play won't crown to you- br A win, but common-sense, br Can give to you, to us a brief br Return to innocence.