Shoot High, Aim Low

He wanted to be the best, and be everything that he could be

To test the chains, to push the boundaries 
To fight the man, build the foundries 
And melt it all down

That is when he found
That life could be unwound

Down
Down
Down
Down
Down

His life a jest, not the best
Not at all
He took the fall and hit the wall more oft than not
He got up, fought the war, but always always forgot

Again
Again
Again

And this is where the truth set in
He was just a cog on a wheel of naught
Others would fill the voids that he could not
The holes that ruled the world
The pits that man had bought

And he thought
And thought
And thought

About the wastes, the emptiness, all he had been taught
About the world that had never caught the peace, the truth, all the things he had ever sought
A lifetime of thought
Why did it matter
What did he really want

To be the best

What can you learn from pain and loss
That everything can be tossed away
Decay, it was always there at the end of the day
There had to be another way

There were those who watched
Those who never reveal their face, their sway
In the voids of this world
They saw a man that could never
That would never go away
He never caved
But wandered forward, ever forward
Towards the day
And they quietly paved a way for the one who sought a better day

There are those who care and those who do not
There are those who want you to have a better lot
They remember the battles, the wars that you fought

They
Well, who are they
Those who are no longer lost
Names this world has tossed
and will never say