The Torch

Wash away all the lines on your face that show how you’ve aged it’s a long way
down
your back’s been broken you can’t make the rounds the tables are turned as the
litany goes…
you’re a rotten old man who’ll be covered in dirt on your knees
and pray to the maker that caused you to bleed
Turn back the hand on the clock
you’re a bitter old man who’s done nothing
but work your hands to the bone on the assembly lines
you’ve grown cold to the touch of the ones that you love
ignorance is something you can’t over come but you’ve passed it on down
and that’s something much worse for a bitter young man…
is now taking the torch
Silent scorn — you’ve taken it out on the ones you adore Inside rage
they’ve left you before but they’ll come back again
they’ll pray for you with all their love
but this time your indifference just can’t be excused Forced amends
well it’s something you’ll die with but it goes on for them…
for a bitter young man… has now taken the torch…