Headlines every day; secretaries will not let it rest
At home an empty chair; television flickers in the dark
A broken empty man wanders down the aisles in search of something he might buy that will provide a night's distraction and a momentary easing of the pain
Tried to mak you out to be a hero to the ones you left behind
Twisted up your legacy seeking out some comfort for themselves
Every step he takes follows in the footsteps of a loss he cannot face and so he pulls the curtains closed as if it might just trap the light another day
All is pastand gone
Darkness linger on
Vultures circle 'round clutching at the Bibles in their hands
Descend ynd pick apart a life you set in motion years ago
Alone he shakes his head and turns his cherished pictures to the wall -again and then he cries his tears of blood and shame and wonders why a decent sould
Should come to this