The Grand Old Reason

The grand old reason pulls at its tether

while you lay black and blue, under the weather

the dark tries light, dips its toe in the water

and fate meets death

times cruel younger daughter

and you sing songs, of the rhyme and the reason

press your weary face to the glass of the season

with hope on your breath, and a prayer in the evening

but if you believed, I believe you'd be leaving

but you, much like I,

don't know where

when we die

we will go, so we cling

desperate fingers onto life

but we'll all

miss you to death

when you go

Oh the crow lands wild on the long arm of youth

while a rain beats hard on the slates of the roof

where you just try to sleep, in a haze of medication

on new years eve

through the sound of elation

the bastards home, is a hospital bed

where the life drains so gladly from your greying head

oh I'm so broken down, that I cannot be made

I'm just so fucking sorry that you are afraid

but like you, I have tried

for so long not to cry

that I don't even know

if I can when you die

but I'm sure

as damn hell

gunna try