Some of us dodge problems in our lives,
We avoid the deep waters and crazy dives,
But others, the bravest and the best,
Are never afraid of the bitter test.
As the past comes alive, as the future dissappears,
As destiny catches up with its cries and tears,
The cowards escape and run far away,
Others stand proud and fight another day.
Who cares if in the end, you'll be dead?
If life's a suffering, a burden you dread?
Who cares if you fall before reaching your aim?
If you fought hard, it's all the same.
As the pistols shoot and bullets fly,
Some shout, some cry, and some die,
Blind to everyone, you run ahead,
The path of death you firmly tread.
You hear the blues tunes in your ear,
And you hold back a salty tear,
The red blood flows down your cheek,
And the red day seems dull, bleak.
You hit the ground, cold as snow,
Remembering who you faught for,
You see her face again, hear her voice,
You realize you made the right choice.
