It's not unlike that one would go
In life they live and lived to know
Of wants all theirs that never came
Of peace of mind they drove insane
Heartfelt is the evidence
That seems to be ever present
Where dreams become all that can be
Consolation prize, unanswered pleas
Confessions yours that aged with time
Where young got old and past their prime
Where hope gave way to be first on line
Where friend would say things will be fine
Ungrateful maybe your sense of urgency
To have what is not your take of emergency
Where trauma becomes your real life drama
Where soul will seek life seas much calmer
Confessions all yours brought before Father
That seem to push you away today so much farther
Yet hold to these things that haunt the same heart
That brought you to knees for you to impart
Dear Father bring what you have stored
To eyes that seek you and seek even more
Before time comes to end and closes life's door
Before these confessions become silent and be never more
