In the evening
of his life
He sought closure
for his wife

So he prayed,
oh, lord he prayed
For salvation
of his soul

His wife, she wept
Oh my, she wept
And their children,
they wept too

As his life
sputtered on
But by the sun’s
Glory dawn

The dear father
Was far and gone
Life departed
And carried on

Their tears they dried
And went away
As did the sorrow
Day by day

And then the wife
She took her turn
And the mourning
Commenced again

So the children
Had some children
And the cycle
repeated on.

On and on
the story goes
Where it ends
No one knows.

But we can cry,
yes we can cry
And we can laugh,
And we can try.

We live on
And on and on
And on and on
And on and on

So when you cry
Remember this
And try
To find some bliss

For life is short
And sometimes cruel
But also joyful
And ever new.

So go on
And on and on
And on and on
Until you stop

And when you stop

Don’t be scared
You’ll meet your
Mother
And father there.

Or so we hope,
we hope, we hope,
We hope, we hope,
We hope, we hope

(2015)