Mother comfort me because I know you always care
I just can’t see through this colossal darkness
Sometimes I believe I hear your footstep on the stair
Other times it’s the last rites and absolution for my past debt.
We all end up crying ourselves to sleep don’t we?
There’s no one there when you need them the most
It’s no good it’s no good counting sheep no good at all
Come the Father Son and the Holy Ghost………..
In the infirmary where death is commonplace and comfort has no name
Everyone finally facing the truth
Quiet persistent suffering with no reason rhyme or shame
The only sound the lonely riders approaching hoof’s
Where poverty and squalor meet beneath the death trap noose
In the pain of waiting where everyone’s a looser
On the edge of sunrise I can see a man waiting
And a lonely porter pushing a rusty wheelchair back to the line
Wrinkled skin old ladies look at girls with daisy chains
Tyrannized by silence they say “That beauty once was mine”
I see a lamp hung in the window it’s burning low
I see the writing on the wall
I see the scarecrow in the wind blow but I know
I know I really know nothing at all…..
