Sad Spectator

It is not that rare that a man is seen,
Dying for the love of his country.
a million deaths is just a fact we see,
but every single death's a massive tragedy.

It is not that rare that a day is remembered,
For loss, for terror, and for lives that have ended,
A worse day will come and ignite burnt embers,
of dark memories of that day in September.

It is not that rare that nature breaks
a million hearts, a million lives it takes,
a tsunami, tornado, or an earthquake,
they leave a mess, they leave heartache.

It is not that rare that a lyric is wrong,
Because it's broken hearts that write the greatest songs,
They last forever, they are right, they belong,
it's a shame that pain makes a noise so strong.

It is not that rare that a man falls victim,
of drinking and drugs, he takes them 'cause he's driven,
By the demons in his mind, he can't stop his way of livin',
On the edge all the time, he just wants to be forgiven.

It is not that rare that a child is born,
to a mother with a black-eye, her smile is torn,
her heart is broken, she's looking forlorn,
she's taken the blows of her husband's storm.

It's not that rare that a child grows up,
Fractured by the grave of his parents breaking up.
He lies in bed crying, wishing they would make up,
He hears them screaming, he knows it won't stop.

It is not that rare that young lads are hurt,
by a gang of men out only to subvert
their rivals, there's riots, there's blood-stained shirts.
they're dropping like flies, dropping in the dirt.

It is not that rare that a loved one falls ill,
He told me he'd get better, he promised he will.
It was my brother who found him, cold, lying still,
Now there's a hole in my heart that sadness has drilled.

It is not that rare that a lyric is wrong,
Because it's broken hearts that write the greatest songs,
They last forever, they are right, they belong,
it's a shame that pain makes a noise so strong.