Why Must There Be Fighting,
In This To You I'm Writing.
How Much Pain It Brings Me,
To See You In Pain.
Why Can't You See,
That It Hurts Your Body And Brain.
I Don't Want You To Hurt,
Even If It's Your Life.
All I Will See Is A Bloody Shirt,
And A Crooked Rusty Knife.
I Care About You,
As A Friend I Love You.
And I Hope You Know,
I Hate To See You In Pain.
Because When Push Comes To Show,
Without You, Or When Your In Pain.
All I Can See Is The Blinding Rain.
