Friday, September 12, 2014

going, going, gone

Figures fading out of sight
Merely shadows 'gainst the night
Can only hope we did it right
But we're walking, walking on

Drink the poison, stop our ears
Now just wait for sixty years
Please come faster, end our fears
And we're treading, treading on

Pain and hate but no more grief
Walk 'tween faith and disbelief
Hope that moment will be brief
Still we're plodding, plodding on

Cross the threshold, close the door
We can't turn back anymore
Won the battle, lost the war
Yet we're marching, marching on

So do we walk toward black or white?
And will we pass from peace or fight?
Someone tell us of the plight!
Help us struggle, struggle on

But we won't know until we try
If we'll fall or if we'll fly
Fin'lly learning how to die
So we're moving, moving on

A life we're not designed to keep
Dust to dust, eternal sleep
Just an echo o'er the deep
Now we're going, going, gone

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