It's a long way home, fifty years or more.
Or just round the corner and under a bus,
perchance the heart or cancerous curse.
You gave me life, I gave you death.
God gives us time, He gives you eternity.
Now your time is ended,
our time is not even a twinkle in the eye of eternity.
Sometimes it’s just best left buried.
Sometimes things need digging up.
Some questions should remain unanswered.
Some stories should never be told.
When darkness descends like a cloak in the night,
Casting shadow on day and you can no longer fight.
When the torch of reason and direction are lost,
and you’re fumbling around in the dark.
Did you not ever try to break for freedom
When getting caught up in that tangle of life
Or did you just face your duty head on
And not question the purpose of that early strife