Sit down and listen to stories
Romanticizing yesteryear
None of us have been there
Not like you
Ignorant offspring spewing mourning
Please, spare me
They don’t hold a light to you
And your candle faded fast
But enough of this collective Judas
Who can deny your influence on our world?
It’s hard to see you in this light
Pale and shrunken and eaten away
What happened to the giant?
Held on high shoulders
And introduced to the autumn’s colors
Oh what will they do when the lights go down
Without you there to guide them all to Zion?
What will they do besides shiver in fear and blind faith?
Do you believe in the Father,
The son
And the Holy Ghost
Save yourself and shake your fist
And let them know you’ve made your way home
The sky is shining bright, but all eyes are on the ground
You were the light the children will only hear about
Told in stories fueled by your burning son
I only pray the lord knew when to take you up
You’ve been in this shell for too long
Snug in my ways and my pride
I am still the silent minority
Bearing witness to your finite existence
Santodante, lost now found
It’s hard to see you in this light
One last breath and say goodnight
And when you see your creators face tonight
Tell him you may have lost your life
But have definitely saved another
It’s your time now
