mother's day in the land of the damned

We live on dynamite, fuse lit
our lives must be unimportant
our role as parents pointless
so why, in the middle of the night
do i wake crying to the sound
of our unborn children crying
for the mother and father
that will never be there
to raise and comfort them

the ways we can die
are beyond count or numbers
our lives come and go
with no more affect
than a summer breeze
so why does the family
we will never have
mean so much more to me
than the transitional joy
of selfish pleasure apart

our lives are made
of split second decisions
we are not given time
to think, to plan, to love
if i chose not to lie
if you chose to change
your answer from no to yes
what would exist
it is only possibilities
in the land of the damned

you may have something
but it means nothing
in the end we are dust
and only the winds
which blow us apart care
if we smile today or cry
when i lay sleepless tonight
i will wonder why
I still love and yearn for
what we will never have
and what together means