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Adios (Into Another Dimension)
It was to be his last
A moment of truth
A dark truth
One to draw his future to this present and connect with his past
The solace after to be of timeless seasons
His spouse, children, crying in pain
His body and soul, naked where he’d lain
“Pain is gain”, they sayThat was not a truth to be found in the eyes of those he left behind
They could no more look into their father’s eyes
“Oh death! Where is thy sting?” someone once asked
The feeling after can only be felt by those connected to one by means of love-threaded strings
Life! Where is that succour you so promised if he did right?
Leaving his family bare and caught up in a plight
Now in fright of what is to become of them
Fate! Is this what you promised if he kept the Faith?
He did and now he is late
What have you relayed for them to relate to when you took his last breath?
Taking him into another dimension where he can’t be real to the world no more.
“Life’s not fair!” They’ll agree to that
Death is an unprecedented, unpredictable thief that steals at the point when life’s value is being understood
And you went away with again when you stole his last breath.
Rest in peace. Adios.
A moment of truth
A dark truth
One to draw his future to this present and connect with his past
The solace after to be of timeless seasons
His spouse, children, crying in pain
His body and soul, naked where he’d lain
“Pain is gain”, they sayThat was not a truth to be found in the eyes of those he left behind
They could no more look into their father’s eyes
“Oh death! Where is thy sting?” someone once asked
The feeling after can only be felt by those connected to one by means of love-threaded strings
Life! Where is that succour you so promised if he did right?
Leaving his family bare and caught up in a plight
Now in fright of what is to become of them
Fate! Is this what you promised if he kept the Faith?
He did and now he is late
What have you relayed for them to relate to when you took his last breath?
Taking him into another dimension where he can’t be real to the world no more.
“Life’s not fair!” They’ll agree to that
Death is an unprecedented, unpredictable thief that steals at the point when life’s value is being understood
And you went away with again when you stole his last breath.
Rest in peace. Adios.
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