aren t you glad you can still feel pain aren t you glad you still feel anything aren t you glad you can still complain aren t you glad you re still the same make you run through life when you could walk make you scream when you wanted to talk would you rather wave a flag or wave goodbye would you rather flood your heart or dare let them see you cry rather fight a war or live in fear aren t you glad to be here you can t know till you do by then lesser thieves have spoken for you with their quiet demands in a whispered hush you may have to lie when the truth hurts too much as life traces the lines in our faces i won t look away some die too young some live too long how dark is gone1