I hope that I find strength enough and time When all my days of weariness have passed To lift a tired hand and put to rhyme A wisdom even I could not outlast: Though longed for in the eager hearts of men And searched for in the distant skies above Eternity is not the journey’s…
From the moment we open our eyes To the fall of the last ray of sun We race through this life in disguise To look back on the places we’ve run But soon will all understand When age has made everything clear That life is more precious at hand Than watched through a rear-view mirror
I’m just a man with sore tattoos That decorate my skin And each one burns a separate fuse That leads to pain within And I have tried to hide away The ink that I reveal Succeeding only to delay The hurt that I conceal But maybe if I just give in The memories will cease…