Theres an old man downstairs dying
Fading like the sun
Outside there’s babies crying
Songs that must be sung
Old clock it keeps on ticking
Until time it-selfs undone
When the angel rests its weary head
There’s no more bullets in the gun
Like a headline on your face
We know the time has come
All the burdens must be lifted
All battles can’t be won
By any mortal man
Thats basked under the sun
Or any creature thats flown on air
Or any fish thats ever swum
Sorry there’s no answers
For anyone to seek
The world they say it goes
From the mighty to the meek
So believe in shiny diamonds
That can be sifted from the creek
Then polished and made substantial
Simply strong instead of weak.
Somewhere the rain must go- the way a river finds the sea
Heartbeats are like seasons- may they forever rest in peace.
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