Hell Don’t Send Flowers

They say heaven sends angels with wings, But I never saw ’em fix a damn thing. It was devils who stitched me with wire and spit, Taught me to stand where the weak men quit. I bled on steel, I bit down fire, Made a home out of barbed wire. Don’t ask me for comfort or grace — I ain’t got room in this kind of place. Hell don’t send flowers, No letters, no hours. It just waits with open jaws, And burns what mercy draws. Don’t expect a soft reply, I buried that beneath the sky. What blooms here just sours — Hell don’t send flowers. She said I was born with too much scar, But you don’t pick where the battles are. Some of us break just to survive, Some lose love just to stay alive. Hell don’t send flowers, It don’t mourn what it devours. It ain’t cruel, it ain’t kind — It just don’t change its mind. You want comfort, you’ll get smoke, You want prayer, you’ll hear a joke. I’ve seen faith crushed in towers — Hell don’t send flowers. I’ve buried hope in bloody ground — Never grew, never made a sound. Hell don’t send flowers, But I still walk through its showers. And if I smile through the flame, It’s ’cause I got no one left to blame.

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