The ones that leave us first, Their uneven ground we ever tread. Stumbling after each of them, Wading through their wake. But God forbid we take their path, And fall hard upon such wasted life. Fumbling for their left behinds, Drowning in the same mistakes.
Mournful footsteps toward our yesterdays, Twilight now but heartbeats lead the way. The flicker of love lost still lights this path, As we search forever the echoes of our past.
Gentle go we toward that hallowed ground, Where all our heartbreak happiness is found. The hopes we had are a passion still ablaze, Still it burns for us in these our darker days.
That place outlives each and everyone of us, In that eternity we find the only things we trust. The faith we placed upon that sacred ground, Upon which all our hopes and dreams are found.
All the lost souls, see them Counting shallow blessings; Forgotten causes, fallen idols, Open wounds and seeping hopes. So many broken dreams, hear them Crying for their hollow faith; Darkened hearts, bitter taste, Shattered lives and loves laid waste.
Ink blue sky, Silhouette arms that reach for you. Cold the breath of God, Awash this hallowed isle. Twilight is here, Hold the march of time. England you my England, For yet a little while.
Your life was a precious gift, Thrown, owned, ******, blown. Exquisite youth and sapphire eyes, Faded, wasted, jaded, hated. Your strife was preditors gain, Used, abused, refused, excused.