Cast In Stone
Can whiskey wash the taste away
of broken promise’s festered rot
Can sleep erase the sins of man
no, I am afraid, I think not
Can love pass by unnoticed
disguised in crimson red
Can passion warm a midnight chill
that like a virus cools your bed
Ah if all is so then where is time
that peoples says cures all
Too many years, too many tears
lost idea’ls tortured fall.