The road before me stretches on Into the unknown future Behind me it reaches back Into a past that is best forgotten
So many mistakes made back when It was a time when youth held sway With age comes wisdom, so they say We understand where we went wrong
Excuses to ourselves we make That lessons from life we've learned No more, no more, these mistakes we'll make We have journeyed on in life
The truth is known, if we admit That in the same hole we will stumble Young fool, old fool, it's all black and white When love comes on the heart knocking
Beneath a purple votive sky He twists and turns and screams out ‘Why’ But everywhere he turns and seeks Nothing there, in the silence no-one speaks
In pain and despair he sits and cries While overhead a lone angel flies ‘Oh God!’ he calls, ‘can you hear? By death and corruption I’m surrounded I fear.’
But God was dead, or so it seems Or at best, lost in his dreams Near and far and in-between It all appears so very obscene
In despair he turned all around Nowhere at all was it to be found Maybe the truth was much, much more And some things you had to pay for
Sound of mirror breaking shatters the silence Shards fly through the air reflecting light A crazy kaleidoscope of colours on the walls Within micro seconds, though feels like hours They settle on the floor, their passing only a memory
Where have you gone? Your light that was bright Casting warmth into all dark corners Now only a memory, a forgotten promise Rain washes all away, ushers in a new day Silence there is, stillness under the cold light of the sun
Today is the day that I will die This the cards have told me No matter how I shuffled and dealt The outcome never altered
How I will die I do not know The cards have not foretold me Just each card next to the other lays Spelling doom, gloom and disaster
How to escape this planned fate No ideas to me were forthcoming Should I go out, meet fate head on. Or stay home, under my bed be hiding
This way and that my mind did sway And ended up going round in circles The cards are right, they’re never wrong I was assured by the fortuneteller.
An evil smile played across her face As she lifted and aimed a Colt revolver Across the table a picture she slid Once seen, all my question were answered
The photo was of her wedding day Her husband, this man was my secret lover As the bullet tore through, snuffed my life I prayed to God for forgiveness
As I stare into the mirror the more I look the less I see What happened to the man that used to look out at me? He was young and eager with the world at his feet There was no such thing as "Impossible", just hurdles Young and naive, these hurdles were quickly leapt over Even disappointments in love were just small set backs The heart mends and we move on to the next great love And so we put on a different mask for a different life We adjust to each other, reorganise our thoughts Then marriage, this you think will last a lifetime, another mask From lover to husband to father, another mask to wear Ignorance is bliss, what would we do if we knew? Knew of the pain to come, the shattered mask of despair Who is this face that looks back out at me? I no longer know who or what hides behind this mask All I see is a blank staring face with dead eyes
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