He never dies
Does what he thinks is right
And he never lies
Even if it’ll end in a fight

He hears their cries
And so he tries
To soothe their woes
Pick up their lows

All for free
But not completely
Even if non-monetary
It’s definitely gonna be expensive

Heart drained through a sieve
Soul pushed through a black hole
If you really do want to live
Up the tall hill the ball you must roll

Endings aren’t my style…
Nor are beginnings…
Dead. Now that’s more like it.