Wash away,
all the lines on your face that show how you've aged.
It's a long way down
your back's been broken you can't make the rounds.
The tables are turned as the litany goes...
you're a rotten old man who'll be covered in dirt.
On your knees,
and pray to the maker that caused you to bleed.
Silent scorn,
you've taken it out on the ones you adore.
Inside rage,
they've left you before but they'll come back again.
They'll pray for you with all their love...
But this time your indifference just can't be excused!
Forced amends,
well it's something you'll die with but it goes on for them...
Turn back the hand on the clock you're a bitter old man who's done nothing but work your hands to the bone on the assembly lines, you've grown cold to the touch of the ones that you love.
ignorance is something you can't over come but you've passed it on down and that's something much worse.
For a bitter young man... is now taking the torch
all the lines on your face that show how you've aged.
It's a long way down
your back's been broken you can't make the rounds.
The tables are turned as the litany goes...
you're a rotten old man who'll be covered in dirt.
On your knees,
and pray to the maker that caused you to bleed.
Silent scorn,
you've taken it out on the ones you adore.
Inside rage,
they've left you before but they'll come back again.
They'll pray for you with all their love...
But this time your indifference just can't be excused!
Forced amends,
well it's something you'll die with but it goes on for them...
Turn back the hand on the clock you're a bitter old man who's done nothing but work your hands to the bone on the assembly lines, you've grown cold to the touch of the ones that you love.
ignorance is something you can't over come but you've passed it on down and that's something much worse.
For a bitter young man... is now taking the torch
These feelings are too familiar to me. I can never write poetry and, especially, have it public display. You're much braver than I when it comes to this.