Tears untouched by human hands

Wept 'cause no one understands

Or could care less

Tears inside that bless the bones

That wait for mail and ringing phones

But I digress

Sadness reigns when dreams die young

Like comets when they hit the sun

To fly no more

When all one wants to do is die

In one last tearful hopeless sigh

And hit the floor

When what one thought was destiny

Turns out to be a mystery

Too deep to grasp

Too high to climb and reach its top

But crash and burn like old Hail Bop

In one last gasp

A man alone without resources

Outnumbered by demonic forces

Who love to hate

A leading man who could not star

Because his wisdom went to far

And was too great

For when our nation turns us down

And spits upon our martyr's crown

It must be true

That we were chosen by the Lord

To tell the world they can't afford

What they all do

But that's the way it goes with those

Reborn to suffer 'cause God chose

To make us kings and priests

John Christopher