You know, the pain drifts to days, turns to nights. But it slowly will subside. And when it does, I'll take a step. I'll take a breath and wonder what I've found. Feel what I'm saying. Got my mind meditating on love. The human condition. Check the meaning. Guess it's life, doing it's thing, making you cry, making you think. Yea, life, dealing it's hand, making you cry and you don't understand. Making you think. Of pain. The human condition. Big decisions. -Richard Ashcroft