Sweet Child 'O' Yours
The fire in you will burn out one day.
You'll become ashes, but the burns will stay
In the hearts and lives of the people you hurt.
Your rage will be causing harm centuries apart.
Your sacred fire is actually greed
Fueled by vengeance disguised as need.
To show them or to keep the pain at bay
Or to be immortal or you just have bills to pay.
Like the guy in punch-drunk love
Never sees grim reaper lurking above,
And when his scythe suddenly comes down
Tears fall and also crowns.
When you hurt you hurt your child
Unborn maybe but ever undefiled.
Nothing will shine like your little girl's eyes
When she'll find you up in skies.
"Was a great man.",when she'll tell her boy
You'll know that god's no ploy.
And after a good life when up she comes
You both cry in each other's arms.
And finally when all the tears are gone
God will know that he's not alone.