The Final Sentence

Someday
I hope
you'll light a candle
if not for me,
then just for you,
if you have not forgotten
all the silent joys we knew.
I will become a fallen light,
a totem pole
for wrongs
that never came to right

so don't hold tight
onto the night
above the sun still shining
An angry moon
has locked me up,
the bones of death
are binding

but don't hold tight
onto the night
serve your sentence
by my side. x2

Dead crypts convulse with pain
odd change looms in graves of shame
as if I'm drawn down from the heavens,
as if my shackled feet give in to weight

and this noose of time,
does gently sway with day
lays dead dreams to rest
and breaks away
taut too tight
in hands of prayer

so don't hold tight
onto the night
above the sun still shining
an angry moon
has locked me up,
the bones of decay
binding

but don't hold tight
onto the night
serve your sentence
by my side. x2

and don't be sorry
I have not had the chance
to fade and wane
like a smile in the sky
that disappears
with the pain.
Always the sun burns again...

Always the sun burns again...

and maybe you have
not a place in heaven
maybe you have
not a place in the sky
Hold on tight onto the night
and one day someone else will light a candle
when your day of judgement comes. x2

Each person serves their sentence
Each person dies for borrowed time.