the rain began to pour
as i start to force my feet to walk
the tears began to roll
as i remember the past
the happy part where you once belong
my hands are reaching out once more
where all could have gone wrong
life is at fault
it is timed
it will end
like the end of the road...
dear dad how could it went that way
that you've left us all so early
dear dad why is it so agonizing
still to remember you this way
the end of the road where all of us must go
the end of the road where humans will end
and the spirit will take it all away
the end of the road is death
and all of us will meet it someday
sooner or later
today or tomorrow
or still that far away
the end of the road
it will come for us one day
and it will take us all unwillingly
the end of the road
unthinkable for the young
but it will happen
as proven by life of today
and of yesterday...
a solemn all soul's and all saints' day to the dead celebrated by the living who will all die someday...the graveyard art is by john singer sargent...
