The oak that grows beside the stream
Reaches high toward the sky.
But you remember, as if a dream,
Its youth and yours and gently cry.
The years flew by like a summers day
That's drawing now toward evening.
Looking back you long to say
This loneliness you are now feeling.
For love had left some time before
An empty heart, an open door.
Your spirit's growing tired and worn
And death looks more appealing.

Your eye still shines a vibrant gleam,
The heart desires to fly.
But time does change ones self esteem
When the body does belie.
For if you could, you'd find a way
To give this life new meaning.
Make your life more worth the stay,
Return your numbed souls feeling.
But age does not a life restore
And worry still ages you more.
Between now and eternal things you're torn
And death looks more appealing.

The ones you passed your heart-loved dreams
Now neglect to even come by.
Their love and happiness do seem
To have gone away and left you dry.
And when you're put into the clay
You figure no tears will be streaming.
Only acting out the parts they play
And divide the spoils so willing.
So looking to a brighter shore
You look to things that are in store.
Acting now bedraggled, forlorn
And death looks more appealing.

The thanks you gave to Heavens beam
That needn't ask an alibi,
Lets you see your part in the scheme.
You reminisce with a sigh.
Though time is near to go away
Upon that train forever steaming.
For peace to come you bow and pray
Because life this way is unfulfilling.
You see the Earth in bitter gore
And ask yourself just what its for.
Listening long for Gabriel's horn
And death looks more appealing.

Then standing by the Pearly Gate
You see your life the way you came
And beg that it not be too late
For those who're acting just the same.
That'll bring the world's sure demise
As wisdom quietly dies.

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