Maybe They Will Sing for Us Tomorrow

This is a piece I wrote while listening to the new Hammock record.


"Moments feel endless, as angels pass unaware
Their songs once filling heaven, now stifle in dead air
We all mourn the passing of a day long since gone
The mouths of the poets echo confused song
Still I whisper a shout that is heard by not one
And I keep coming back to a love holding on
Creep though I may, through broken hallway glass
I want just to be near, though not to see when I pass
Mistake of my heart, mistake of the day
From beginning of Winter, till this day in May
My footsteps are heard in the big empty house
A look and a smile and I feel like a louse
I fix my gaze away, ashamed and despaired
But in the moment of stillness, there’s forgiveness in the air
With tear filled eyes I run through the streets
A new joy in spirit, no sense of defeat
With the dawn of the day, the rise of the sun
Comes a moment to redeemed my life I have ruined
Maybe there is hope through my sorrow
Maybe they will sing for us tomorrow.