The chords of my life are playing
With some finality,
Lulling me, ever gently
Into a mellow reverie,
While I cry so loudly
From somewhere deep within,
For peace
And serenity,
But the killing forces
In my chromosomes
Could somehow
Not care less,
And so I’ll die alone
With the friends I’ve known
Who died like all the rest,
After giving all they had to give
Of their very best,
But no one noticed
And much worse
No one cared.
They all cast lots
And took their shares,
And shed no tears at all.
And the human race
Will die in place
And cast their ashes in the wind,
And I’m crying…
For what might have been,
While the Lord of all,
Can’t watch the fall,
So He’ll do it all again
In some other world,
And He is crying.