Time,
like water,
only runs down
and runs out.
Might as well say
I’ll stay thirsty
and late.
I’ve avoided the law
of the man,
of the gods,
now I’m left here
sitting at the gate.
Rode the storm
and boy,
it was a long one.
Wandered the desert
and paid
with lovers
and friends.
Sold them all,
step by step
on my way
to my inglorious fate.
I tell you,
there’s no greater
regret that a man can hold,
than knowing he bought
cheap liquor
with blood and with souls.
To know that the pleasures
he’s known all over the world,
are the evils that subjugate
all of the scared and the hurt.
So, I’m watching my time wind down now,
and I’m scared,
but not because I’m dying.
It’s ’cause I left my love
and all I cared of
out in the cold,
crying.
That I don’t have to go
to the war no more,
that I don’t have to give
up my soul.
Now I’m at the gates
of whatever awaits;
Heaven or Hell,
I don’t know.
I might have spent my life drinking
when I should have prayed,
all the same,
my end is God’s will.
And I’ll say to His face
when we stand in this place,
that I tried to save
more than I killed.
HG -2016
