Tytuł: His last words

• Wykonawca: Rick Springfield
• Wyświetleń: 234

My father was too weak to parry the blade
   As death's scythe swept through the house one night
   When we were busy doing other things
   Dust filled his mouth and stopped his breath
   And darkness took his soul in this familiar place
  
   His body, wasted by the sickness
   His spirit weary from the battle
   He spoke to me, forever his son
   Of all things save death:
   I longed to face it with him
   But seeing his fear
   I feared to speak of it
  
   And though we both saw death's dark irresistible form
   In the far corner
   We talked instead of evening shadows
   On bedroom walls
  
   And so it went
   There were no proud and profound last words
   No bright ringing final moment of clarity
   He just died
   We kissed his still warm face
   And promised forever
  
   The cold wind blew through the trees in my father's yard
   And I looked for meaning