It is not so dark now
Even in the darkest hours
That dark despair of despondency
That death of nights and empty gestures
The sun on my shoulders
The frost on the trees
It is not so dark now
Whosoever goes by
Who goes there goes there
I stand in my own place
The warmth through the blue sky
The peace of patience to share
You could have been…
But what about your brother
Yes, you could have been…
But what about your mother
Oh yes, you could have been…
But what about the others
Such a shame, surely you could have been…
But what about our band of brothers
Well perhaps instead, maybe you could have been…
But what about those fucker mothers
See you’ve seen, what you could have…
