heavens martyr on a hill with folded hands, predicting fate
inscribed the second chance, scratching the clean slate
suspicion, a good friend whos hand had led the way
thought he possesed the hook until he swallowed all the bait
the threat never so immenent that it clutched his own free will
and upon his widows grave he stood and weeped, somber still
images of home, her body leaning towards window sill
gaps in years of memory, voids forever left unfilled
a love when mourned, more meaningful than upon her grazing earth
only then is when the missing gems are dug up out the dirt
his passive years and held back tears now questioning his worth
a realization grim, the life he lived and the future coming forth
inscribed the second chance, scratching the clean slate
suspicion, a good friend whos hand had led the way
thought he possesed the hook until he swallowed all the bait
the threat never so immenent that it clutched his own free will
and upon his widows grave he stood and weeped, somber still
images of home, her body leaning towards window sill
gaps in years of memory, voids forever left unfilled
a love when mourned, more meaningful than upon her grazing earth
only then is when the missing gems are dug up out the dirt
his passive years and held back tears now questioning his worth
a realization grim, the life he lived and the future coming forth
