There is no revolution here. Everyone is completely spent. I have nothing with which, or two fight. Yeah. That's just life, and it's passing us by. I fear my best days are all but a memory, trapped under ice, one mile deep on the Antarctica coast line. So, you want to tell me your hands both hurt from fighting? Your heart is tired from holding on. Knees have given to trembling, and the rain soaks your Sunday clothes. Take a breath and breathe a little easier because...That's just life and its passing us by. At least I can say my regrets are all but a memory, trapped under ice, one mile deep on the Antarctica coast line.