Bitter Man Lyrics

There's a smile on the subway as the punk gives up his
seat
The piano tuner stops her work to play something sad and
sweet
And a bag of rice falls from the sky so today the child
will eat
The fighter pushes off the matt and struggles to his feet
But will I become a bitterman, a bitterman with bitter
ways
Or will your love make me a better man, shine a brighter
light on these gray days
A boy is bathed in shrapnel in the forgotten western wing But somewhere behind his blackened eyes he can hear his
Mama sing
Yo quiero mi pequeno, how I love my little one
And he dreams he walks in country on the surface of the
sun
So will I become a bitterman, a bitterman with bitter
ways
Or will your love make me a better man
Shine a brighter light on these gray days
I am a gray bird on the wing
I drink from hopes eternal spring
Brighter days of thee I sing, of thee I sing

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