The tears and pain
they make the game
they rip and tear for a moment
and when it's all over, like a boxing match
they'll hold up your fist and say that you won
even though they know it's just begun
the pain and sorrow we endure, is something silent on a lure
I can't but, feel the pain, at the cost of the fisher mans gain.
and yet does he feel when he pulls up his reel
and see's a hook straight through my mouth.
does he know that I saw his face, his laughs his tears
That I saw him all along the years.
just sitting was he, waiting so patiently.
through tears of frustration about at his youth
and tears of sorrow at his end.
a broken heart, I couldn't end.