Looking On From The Afterlife Poem by David Beckham

Candle lights
The night it lights
The ray of hope for those still alive
On their knees they pray
Day and night
For I am dead and gone!
But in company I am, from the quiet beyond

I am with you
In your dreams the most
Quiet and mute, just like a statue but alive
Strange, you wonder, for I should be dead and gone
Scared and confused you run, to mother and cry

My wife, my love, I left you a widow
Tonight I thought I could make love to you
You awake, and yell, “Get away from me! ”
Just then our son walks in with fear in his face
“I saw him mother, he never said a word”
Always in company I will be, from the quiet beyond

“The dead are dead and should not bother the living
Tell him to go, and never return
Say your prayers again and I’ll say one here with you too
Our Lord, Our God
May his soul, forever, rest in peace.
Amen”
Always in company I will be, from the quiet beyond

The heart of a son is not the hearts of his father
Not a hint of fear or you are dead like your father
So brace for war or prepare to die
For in these moments …
The quest for justice, might cost more lives than one

But day and night I walk with you my son
As you trace the steps of a killer at bay
I yell “go back”, but my words are deaf to you
As you search for a killer whom at night he preys
In the bushes, in the cornfields he lays in wait for you

With faith you walk through the crooked roads and bushes
The lure for justice and you march on like soldier
Soon, you are trapped in a wall and from death you can’t run
The killer is here and you are trapped in his dungeon

The dungeon …
His killer shack
Once I was there
I recall, so you recall
You feel the connect, but it breaks your heart to see
Not a hint of fear or you are dead like your father

Alas, the wickedness of this man I see
Through a peep hole, the wailing and cries of people
A machete in hands he cuts away like a butcher
I kneel and cry, get me out of here I pray
The words of the wise now I hear loud and clear
“Brace for war or prepare to die”

What serves me most, is that it’s all a dream
The connection I seek for my heart is troubled and feeble
Was that you dad saying this is how you died?
In the hands of a killer still prowling the streets?
Either way, be dead, be gone
For you are killing me too

At your grave, I sit wailing and crying
Why do you come and never say a word?
Here by your grave, I lay a knife for you
Use it to kill whoever did this to you
And maybe now you can leave and be gone for good

Pardon me I cry, Oh Lord why me?
That you take from us that one we love
This answer and more I seek everyday
But In faith I give all that I have
In the belief that tomorrow we will be together again

The End