Nice guys finish last
Falling from a broken mast
Whip the crew, swab the deck
Why do I work with a broken neck
Clearly things don't go my way
Even during a really nice day
Something always goes wrong
It usually doesn't take too long
The time has come to play a tune
In which I'm not a shriveled prune
But one in which I stand high
And look up into the sky
Looking for my own bright star
To mask my life's biggest scar
Too bright to see, the truth is much
But not hot nor cold to the finger's touch
My mind is ready, but my heart not so
When will I be able to end its woe
I ask, I plead, I pray, I cry
But never do I see him try
To aid in my long fought fight
For what I want to be right
No justice for the meek, no hope for the kind
All of this is what is in my mind
I see no end, no winning chime
And all my love is lost in time
Given to those who do not care
That I'm drowning, gasping for air
Looking out into the night
I see the great owl take its flight
It has no care, It has no plea
All it cares is to be able to see
See the prey which it does stalk
No desire to hear a weary person talk
I talk of my troubles for all to see
But never do I receive courtesy
I'll end it here, for if I carry on
I may miss my chance, it may be gone.
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