Man of Good

I don't play with guns
I don't want to fight another, watch somebody cry
I just like to write
I'm a man of good

I don't understand
Why is it that everybody wants to be the first?
I will try my best
I'm a man of good

Many won't let be
Many more will say they do but are just pretending it
But I will clear my way of all the things that do me wrong
I've got memory
and I'm a man of good

And if I ever lost my way and couldn't recognize
the vows that I have taken, and that which it implies
Would you lend me a hand
as a fellow man of good?

And when the earth starts shaking and the skies keep falling down
and when the water is at my door and my garden is set on fire
Will I still qualify
to be a man of good?

I don't think I see
Where's the point in yelling at people for the sake of it
Find quiet words that fit
I'm a man of good

I can't sympathize
with a guy that says that sometimes war is justified
He could never be another man of good

Will you explain to me
why would someone take a life instead of saving it
Just breathe in and listen to what nature asks of you
Takes no more than that to be a man of good

And if these weeping eyes can't longer tell ally from foe
and someone puts a rifle in my hand and whistles blow
Would you still think of me
as a simple man of good?

But think of this I tell you when you are lying on the floor
that pain, if lasts, is bearable, and if hurts it won't be long
Learn to sing a song
and become a man of good