Hold that child up 
To taste the sun
Let him feel the pain
And hold the gun
Hold that child down
Don’t let him see
What is in the dark
What is being free
Teach him aim
Target practice
Someday maybe 
he’ll be the one
To rid the earth
Of ignorance
Of all those who don’t
Know how to dance
The dance one is taught 
when we are young
a dance to feel
the pain of the son
I spread my arms
Outward bound
To reach the hands
Of angels unfound
To expose my heart
To cold metal
To offer my life
For the good of people
I don’t follow
I must be wrong
For death it’s time
It’s been so long
So take aim young child
At my whole
I am unworthy
Of even coal
Put me out of my misery
In the name of your father
I wish I could live
But why bother