His eyes were troubled and tired.
His eyes were dull and dim.
His eyes betrayed his solitude
His frustration at the state he was in.
His alabaster skin a blank canvas
On which stress and old labour were drawn
His heavy hands reached to his face
To the features he hated with scorn
Fashioned upon him was an epic
Old stories etched in his stone
His eyes were the key to his soul,
Now more than ever, alone
"Is there a god?" he whispers
"Is there a god?" he says
"Am I damned and cold
With a heart too old?"
He says each time he prays
And he prays all the more frequently
For his pain in his mortal heart
And I for my own part listen
To the tale that his soul imparts
"We've been dying all along
And we're not dead yet, but going
There's blue in the sky and the ocean
And the ink in my veins is still flowing"
I have been sitting in silence
Afraid of how empty he seems
With his eyes glazing over in delusion
And his skin with its ghostly sheen
"Is there a god?" he whispers
"Is there a god?" he says
"Am I damned and cold
With a heart too old?"
He says each time he prays
"You'll fall away from this deathbed
Into the skyline of Bliss
With your feet being tickled by saltwater
Forgetting for all moments all this
You might think of me yet in the mornings
Or as the sunset makes your bed
With the silence of peace and the flight of the birds
Impounding into your head
And you'll ask yourself then
'What was I thinking
To doubt the word of my heart?
For the dead are the truly living'
We all live on in other's hearts
In feeble people's minds
Waiting on the outskirts of paradise
Waiting for us to see their signs
You will lie basking in sunlight
That would scorch my shivered skin
For in your heart the shadows depart
But in mine they enter in
"Is there a god?" you whisper
"Is there a god?" you say
I am damned and cold
With a heart too old
And it is for you I pray
A pale imitation here lingers
A black and white copy of gold
A life worth living awaits you
To Heaven you shall be called
You shall see summer,
Though the world is wrecked in winter
I shall see your face in the moonlight
And I shall smile and blow it a kiss
And in one brief moment you'll whisper
"Oh God, how could I doubt this?""
