So he says: "she won’t be happy with me
Because I can not be happy"
A balance so unique, so fine
Is dependent on one person too few

A poor mans luck is all it takes
To free himself from the mace,
The bullet that's locked in place and aimed
In to the center where good and evil each other face

It transcends the limits of science and physics
Gives proof of purchase of our trustworthy faith
Kills and nurses all men at the same time
Yet is as fragile as the balance that it breaks

But we have faith in the bullet that’s shot at us
That it comes from a place unknown but true
A place that exists within ourselves yet outside of us
Integral to our lives which are incomplete and few.

Loves is one of the many emotions that stir
Fit and thrown at our unprotected hearts
No valve can reverse its direction of impact
We hurt and we bleed, we moan and we cry