Wasting away
In this body made of clay
We're here but we can't stay
Too long
But the fact remains
Your blood will leave its stains
Tucked in the refrain
Of a song
You're wishing for the day
When your body made of clay
Is forced to separate
From your soul
The divine spine will flee
But your blood will stay with me
Revolting memory
Growing old
You miss the son
That ya knew long ago
Before the hooks of the world
Took hold.
But now his heart is a tempered steel
Full of cracks and beginning to heal.
I apologize
For my underhanded lies
The innocence I tried
To protect
Your disappointed eyes
Yearned for golden skies
A pretty myth that I
Now reject
Once upon a time
A candle lit the line
I didn't think I'd find
The winding path
Now fire crackles loud
It burns the narrow shroud
Jetteson the doubt
In the slag
You miss the son
That ya knew long ago
Before the hooks of the world
Took hold.
But now his heart is a tempered steel
Full of cracks and beginning to heal.
It refuses to break
Under the weight of faith
Waisting away
In this body made of clay
We're here but we won't stay
Too long