loss and gain
Everybody has got some loss.
And everybody has got some gain.
Sometimes even when you win it seems
That they are just about the same.
Winning and losing don’t matter.
They’re different ends of one name.
First and last come from the chatter
In the land of the insane.
Peasants burn the castle.
Kings remember when
Talk was cheap and everybody
Claimed to be a friend.
Petals float to the floor
Children are found in play.
Don’t whisper words of war
On this or any other day.
Step up and be counted.
C'mon, don’t be shy.
Sergeant Preston has dismounted.
Don’t provide their alibi.
Sometimes loss is so great
Sometimes gain is pure love.
Sometimes you feel your heart break
But you’re not sure which of.
You held my hand when it mattered.
There’s no way you can pretend
That the love you once felt
Will reach its lonesome end.
Everybody has got some loss.
And everybody has got some gain.
The difference can be in the toss
Of a two-headed brain.