Bygone years see battles lost
and battles won but still the costs
tax the treasury of the soul
char burned bridges can ne'er be crossed

I can but pray to catch a glimpse
across the waters deep and dense
of those I've loved who wear my scars
who turn from proffered recompense

Tis sad and sad to own the thought
that blame is mine paid for and bought
golden promises cast to the wind
a squandered past a future raught

Sometimes come nights when fortune smiles
and I'm carried back 'cross years and miles
where sins yet sinned can be unsinned
where my soul has yet to face these trials

Tis there I wish to rest my head
in peaceful slumber with secret dread
of opened eyes and eden lost
cast once more amongst the dead

07/09/2011