We all have ways to make it seem We are not hard or bad And I chop down trees And spit in faces And laugh when you are sad Your happiness means almost less than all that's in the world and My existence is okay, I guess, because I'm good to my girls I take them to the movies I put food in their bellies I sew the holes in their lives shut And temporarily hoping What else can I say? I didn't ask to own their days and worth and I'm good to them and thereby earn my share of life and earth and They, they may cry but not to me They know I would not hear them There's other folks and family Who hate me and I don't fear them Fear them I fear the fact that after life, complete emptiness whirls And we only have our share of life, so I am good to my girls I am good to my girls