Looking down on the tattered and broken city

The life that I see is more of the dirt and gritty

Played out like a old song from so very long ago

And underdogs like me live lives smaller than our souls

I  have watched as friends have fought and lost

I have wondered sadly, holding in tears at the cost

Mistakes made that can never ever be unmade

Would be heroes who wound up dead after being played

Kids who blew their minds out looking for a high

I look down on all of this and wonder at it all, asking why

A handful of medals don’t make me a hero

So many that I could not save and then I cave into less than zero

Crumpled up into a heap of unable to get my groove on

This life moves too fast, soon it’s past and I know that I’ll be gone