CALL IT FATE By Tom Jensen
Birds circle around your home
Say it one more time...
Why won't they leave you alone?
They flap their wings from side to side
But from Mother Nature no man can hide
Being punished for crimes --
Well, that may be
For crimes against humanity
Just when you thought
There was no one to see
Now you look at your life
And who is to blame?
You can call it fate
You can call it a shame
As your family boasts:
"You're in the prime of your life"
You go under the doctor's knife
For cancer has no name or face
Unfortunately for you it's too late
Enter the hospital a dying life
Exit the church a crying wife
Now you look at your death
Pondering who is to blame?
You can call it fate
You can call it a shame
In the next room of the hospital
Is a mother's joy
The prize of a life - a baby boy
The parents counted the fingers
Then the parents counted the toes
But what's in the soul nobody really knows
Food, love and shelter - baby got his fill
So no one knows why he grew to kill
You can look at their deaths
And who they blame
You can call it fate
You can call it a shame
A man dresses in the mirror
As he flashes a smile
In a two-thousand dollar suit
He'll wear at the trial
He asks the judge to cut his client a break
Starts preaching about
How we all make mistakes
The judge, on these words, reduces bail
Keeps a guilty man away from jail
His freedom is gained but what's been lost?
Will he do it again?
They keep their fingers crossed