JOHN THE FATHER
Death is music to my ears,
Life is but the harmony,
Across the world no one cares,
Of father Johns death homily,
God is there when we die,
He tells the empty pews,
He takes us from this worldly lie,
Of which all people lose,
We never live forever,
He speaks to sullen doors,
Why live this small indeaver?
He asks the faded floors,
Why not join God today?
He talks to his invisible members,
I hope for this I pray,
That me you will remember,
The bell chimes noon,
Not a rustle of feet,
Priest John waves good-by
In a lonely defeat
Life is music to my ears,
Death is lifes own clone,
Life for John he counts in years,
Of being all alone.
Death is music to my ears,
Life is but the harmony,
Across the world no one cares,
Of father Johns death homily,
God is there when we die,
He tells the empty pews,
He takes us from this worldly lie,
Of which all people lose,
We never live forever,
He speaks to sullen doors,
Why live this small indeaver?
He asks the faded floors,
Why not join God today?
He talks to his invisible members,
I hope for this I pray,
That me you will remember,
The bell chimes noon,
Not a rustle of feet,
Priest John waves good-by
In a lonely defeat
Life is music to my ears,
Death is lifes own clone,
Life for John he counts in years,
Of being all alone.