Heath’s Lament

by Lindabrit

Oh Lord above stretch out your hand,

and tell me something I don’t understand.

I try to be as good as can be,

so why are those women so mean to me?

They call themselves fans, they say I’m the best,

so why do they keep putting me to the test?

It’s as plain as the blood on my pale blue shirt,

these gals just love it when I get hurt!

I’ve been beaten, shot, stabbed, whipped time and again,

oh why if they love me am I in such pain?

I’ve been poisoned and strangled, I’ve even been hung,

I’ve had diseases of heart, liver and lung.

I’ve been kicked, coshed and spat on, thrown into jail,

is it any wonder that I’m turning pale?

They say I’m good-looking, tell me so all the time,

so why am I permanently covered in slime?

I have a dream Lord, it’s simple to tell,

I want to be hale, hearty, healthy and well,

to get from one end of a tale to the other,

with any hurt sustained by one of my brothers!

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