Chance

Our dear man here
Wipes his tears and cries
Choking on sadness
Boiling with rage
Cradling the lifeless
Body of his only child
He cannot believe how
He was shortchanged by fate.

Eyes to the heavens
He begged for a chance
A chance to do it different,
One chance to make it right.
Do what he couldn't
Get straight the very first time
Any price he was willing to pay
Any commandment he would disobey

Hell would have a new meaning
Torture would find another name
As a simpleton of an angel,
Decided to play this little game
Careful what you wish they say,
But right or wrong be damned
The kid would live to see another day
Our dear man rejoiced.

He woke up once, he woke up twice
very same day, the very same vice
Brand new resolve, brand new device
Ran forth to confront the demons
Sure it would work out this time
But overcome he couldn't
And the circumstances ensured
his poor child was taken everytime

this morning when he woke up
And put a gun to his head
The angel appeared in panic
And said "my child, what the hell?"
I broke all laws and pulled a favour
To help you make it right
But you failed on time and time again
And now this bullet is your respite?

Kind angel, you did what you could
I'm indeed indebted for life.
But watching my child die over and over
Has killed me from inside
Our dear man said with a wry smile
As he put an end to the morbid jest
You gave me many a chance to make it all right,
But you forgot to make me forget.