ONE DAY THEY WON'T WIN by John M.           There you are, standing           inside of a nightmare           just slightly worse           than the ones           you live every day.           You long for an end           a chance to let go           and just let the quicksand           take you below.           But reach,           reach out a hand.           You'll probably grab nothing           but more empty sand.           But if you give in           without even trying           the bastards who hurt you           will laugh           as you're dying.           For one of us soon           the scales may shatter           and all of the things           that make life matter           will not be enough           to outweigh the side           that holds the one reason           that we want to die.           But please,           once more,           reach.Reach out           your hand. You'll probably           find nothing but more empty sand           but if you just stop now           and give up the fight           the ones who were guilty           will think they were right.           My heart is being torn           as you sink in the sand           you're too far away now           you can't reach my hand           but if there's a spark left           if there's still a way           then make this the last time           they win while we pay.