AT THE END OF THE DAY
At the end of the day
The faces of many -
Of millions rise up to
The surface like leaves on
The skin of a pond,
And with so much to say
Some calling, some hiding
Some secret, I listen
And sometimes this world urges
Me to respond.
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This world is aware
It knows that I owe it
A thousand score favours,
A lifetime of service, times
Seven or more,
For it answered a prayer
And brought to an old man
Green bones and new muscle.
It pulled in the bodies
And shut fast the door.
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It will use you today
It calls me with voices
Of thunderous whispers
And dangles a new hope
To motivate you.
Thats the price I must pay
The youth that it gave me
Cant be for my own use
Until I have settled
The debt that is due.
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So I share of your fate
This world binds together
My mind and your bodies
To serve and protect it
Til it says we are done.
But please make no mistake
At the end of the day
You are here for my purpose
And I will spare nothing
Your small lives are nothing.
Yes, I will spare nothing
To bring back my son.
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