Passed Around

Written in 1997

Passed around like a bottle of rum
Handed down from father to son
I can’t believe how far it’s come
I can’t believe it’s far from done
Frowns are signs of thunderstorms
I watch the clouds as they form
Broken lead, the page is torn
His face is old, his heart worn
The memories are pictures burned
Ashes fallen to the earth
Life was born with much concern
Once was taught but never learned
We’re blinded by the Devils mind
Only I can hear the Angels cry
Time will slip and pass us by
The sky is gray, the thread is fine . . .


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