Have I met the men and women who will watch me die?
Will I be proud of my life?
Will my children arrive before I go,
Or will I never know that love?
Not a birthright, no. Not sentimental.
It's something rising up.
I judged a book by it's cover,
Though I know it's not right to do.
Judged a God by it's followers,
with their sins and soft hearts to boot.
On a tightrope between two lives,
and it's swaying from side to side.
Was I too stubborn? Plainly human.
Alone in my ways.
Was I your comfort or your burden?
A cretin, your sparrow or your sage?
Now I know, the one we know the least
stares back from faded puddle light
reflections from the deep
unsuspecting, unfamiliar, unadjusted, off-kilter.
And all that's left is silence.
It's all that's left.
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