I’ve been aware for sometime
though my offerings are many
they’ll be shared by the few
And all of the hours I spent
bleeding visions from shadows
will be lost in this room.
The roar of my childhood sun
fades like a flickering ember
I’m lost 'neath the sky
Waiting to die
Waiting to die
Do you remember the time
that we walked through the meadows
and we sat in the sun
You kissed my face
as the wind brought us
singing of sparrows
and your hair came undone
Who would have thought
that those warm hands of time
would make strangers
out of both of us now
Alone now we lie
Waiting to die
I was the one who thought
wisdom the prize of our journey
but our travels are done
And all that we have are the vapors
of memories fading
life’s weavings unspun
You were the one who thought narrow
the path that is righteous
still, the steps, you took none
Close your eyes
Waiting to die
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth