There's a smile on the subway as the punk gives up his 
seat
The piano tuner stops her work to play something sad and 
sweet
And a bag of rice falls from the sky so today the child 
will eat
The fighter pushes off the matt and struggles to his feet
But will I become a bitterman, a bitterman with bitter 
ways
Or will your love make me a better man, shine a brighter 
light on these gray days
A boy is bathed in shrapnel in the forgotten western wing
But somewhere behind his blackened eyes he can hear his 
Mama sing
Yo quiero mi pequeno, how I love my little one
And he dreams he walks in country on the surface of the 
sun
So will I become a bitterman, a bitterman with bitter 
ways
Or will your love make me a better man
Shine a brighter light on these gray days
I am a gray bird on the wing
I drink from hopes eternal spring
Brighter days of thee I sing, of thee I sing