Voices from the Cracks

three days ago
I left you there
with bitter words
and the devil to care

and now I pay a heavy price
cold and tired, I miss you my wife
but all things come to an end
I hope you find happiness again, my love

three days ago
I had naught but pride
with endless ambition
all planned and all timed

and now the walls come crashing down
as night settles on this town
I close my eyes and I dream
of all the things that might have been, my love

locked tight
trapped inside
no escape
unprepared
sunlight shines no more
will I darken your door
the only thing
escape the pain
forgive me now
I must go

The Lord's Day

launching from port
under a morning haze
in the dim twilight
of another gray day
with gunmetal skies
and mercury seas
the old familiar landmarks
which to steer by

this is the Lord's Day
like any day
the final way

for what's better
or what was worse
its been the only course
the everyday curse
for all our bounty
our never ending thirst
we've been made fast
tied to our mast

this is the Lord's Day
like any day
the final way

for all of the honest life
true and faithful no vice
wind in the face
and a rising tide

this is the Lord's day of reckoning
for those who have done nothing wrong
there is no prejudice, no animosity
just a time and a place, an ending

salt taste in the mouth
hold your breath, not long now
to the journey's end
sunset again

this is the Lord's day of reckoning
for those who have done nothing wrong
there is no prejudice, no animosity
just a time and place, an ending

Goodnight
starlight
a frantic wave
pray to be saved
misguided hope
on which to choke
sit on your rock
that's all she wrote

watch the tide
all worry subsides
the only thing
to get away
escape the pain
another mountain
which to climb
now is your time
another life
left behind