I’ve been confused, and waylaid, and misused

And my own insecurity weighs heavy on me

I’ve been mislead and mistaken for dead

And my own perpetuity has taken its toll

I’ve looked inside and saw the moment and I tried

To see things from your point of view

And our sun has set but it ain’t over yet

There’s a few things that I’ve left to do

Had times, they were lean, when the wounds went uncleaned

And all my mind would carry were ways to an end

And I’ve been unsure, on sinking days I’d demure

At the thought that I would be here for 60 odd more years

I’ve seen men sweat for any wage they’d get

While the bowlines at the Gold coast cast off

And I’ve seen men drown when the martyr’s ship went down

And the strong ones just swam for the shore

Played hearts to dissuade, sold my soul as men prayed

And the turning of clocks has me soaked to the bone

And I’ve wasted time, paid my way on their dime

And now as little as I own, the more I feel I have

I’ve seen men die for any flag you’d fly

It’s just a matter how the lines they get drawn

I’ve seen men kill for the brevet and the thrill

Thanks to faith in the absolutes of man

Copyright © 2007 Shaun Cromwell