'even death has a heart.'
-Markus Zusak.

In a bar sits an old old man
His blood is thin and coat is worn
His boots are wet from the rain and cold
But he still believes
Believes he will live his life.

In a bar sits a pretty young lady
Her fishnet stinks of drugs and money
Her eyes are treacherous yet
Full of love
But she still believes
Believes she'll find it out.

In a bar sits a little boy
His daddy drowned a year back
And mommy never came home
From the grocer's shop.
It's been four days
But the boy still believes
Believes that he will
Manage dinner from the neighbour,
Someday move to Arizona
And buy a big house.

In a bar I sit waiting
Waiting for the end
Waiting for the believers to fall asleep.
Then I'll kiss them one by one,
And take them away,
To a peaceful abode
Far far away.