Just one dark night can break,
Just one dark night can rake,
Whole therapy, all the pills,
The strong resolve, for insanity’s sake.
Bags, threads, scalpels, blades,
Pills, knives, ropes, aches,
And this is not all that it takes,
There’re other kinds of mistakes.
Wake up and try to smell the morning,
Wake up and try to quell the morning,
Wake up and try to tell yourself to
Try and sell yourself the morning.
No powers, no costume, no strange disguise,
No swords, no guns, no weapons, instead
A friendly shoulder, a welcome breast
To rest your ailing head,
Is the only one who says to me,
There’s still some hope, you bet.
She’s the only hero I have met,
She’s the hero I have wed.