Hit and miss

...and the old days
how did anyone make it
through them that way
we fought it all
all the problems that we saw
but we couldn't see straight...
and for all the nights i missed
because the whiskey stole them away
we'd still wake up
we'd still step up
and defend what we could with clouded heads
we'd turn around
to knock each other down
to help each other up eyes half shut with out-stretched arms...
we had times
where we sure lived liek we
could never die
we stood strong
against those that would knock us out
but we've all been down...
and for all the friends i miss
that aren't with me here today
we still wake up
after we dream of
the days and the nights we found ourselves wrecked...
we still wake up
after we dream of
the day we find
ourselves free
although blind at times we see
never forgot to mention intent dissension will to be free
free, free
we'll never be pulled down
free, free
we'll never be pulled down
free, free
we won't be pulled down