Craziness of Life

Here I stand crying for my unborn son holding in my hand a man made gun Pull the trigger and excuse the fun I need something from which to run How could I ever condone pulling a dog from his bone these mistakes they are my own there’s no ice cream for my cone This world is a crazy place don’t look at the expressions on my face I will go at my own pace and search for your heartbeat just in case Run to me like I do you maybe someday we’ll have a clue be able to stick like glue and not die from flue Life is so confusingly abrupt of all the experiments we conduct of circumstances completely out lucked we are all being plucked