Sometimes, I find myself looking out into the never

Wishing it had not happened; no; not ever

And I cannot help but feel so completely guilty

It would have been kinder to have killed me

Than what did happen as all around me died

There is no counting all the tears that I have cried

Almost like dominos falling in a straight line

I lost all the things and people I thought mine

As all of my world seemed at once upside down

And I was left standing wearing the jester’s crown

I would have gladly given all that I might be

If it had saved one life of those I loved in this reality

Church is made for the walking wounded like me

Who still hope, pray and believe in possibility