You Know What They Say

They say keep your chin up,
they say hold your head high.
When this life takes a turn
you have to stand tall and try

to roll with the punches
and bend with the curve,
keep faith and pray
to the God that you serve.

But what happens when cancer
takes your 5 year old boy,
when he was your everything
your pride and your joy?

When there's no more teaching
him how to ride bikes,
or how to get the attention
of the girl that he likes?

No more need of talks
of the birds and the bees,
nor school, nor college,
nor handshake when he leaves.

So tell me God
what do they say about this,
when your world's torn in two
and your life's in the piss?

Left with a dead little boy
and a hole in your heart,
with a shit stain on the canvas
of this life you call art.

So you can tell me what they say
or what I'm to do,
but in the end, when it comes
I'll say God, I blame you.