Tough

You walk for miles in the rotten sun

The lone survivor of a smoking gun

Even the river canyon or the common bird

It can only help you if you use your words

I believe in good things too

To recognize a danger by the way it moves

And I would do it all over

Hand to god

A good head on your shoulders

But the plan went wrong

And would it kill you now

To wait until the train stops

Before jumping off

You’d hurt yourself just to prove you’re tough