There’s nothing left,
I have no more,
It’s time to show myself the door.
Through endless passages of sorrow,
I know there can’t be a tomorrow.
With bleeding hands I stand and wait,
For in the eye of mind. . .
I see before me all who hate:
What I’ve done, how I’ve hurt,
Redemption cannot be.
From hours long past I sit and wonder
How my soul this world has plundered
I never asked to be this way
All I wanted: just one day
Of love, of kindness; too much to ask.
A never-ending pointless task;
No one loves a man like me.
Redemption will not be.
Wide to the horizon the ocean stretches,
I can see it as the cool wind freshens.
The guilty man has been so judged,
To my own gallows I do trudge.
To a solitary, endless world,
Asking not, I have been hurled.
To break and batter, nothing mattered. . .
Until now, and I know redemption shall not be
Upon the sand I lay the tools
To do what some call an act of fools.
A cold iron barrel, a box of shells:
One’s all I need, and all is well.
I see the ocean stretching fore,
Soon this will end, I’ll be no more.
This act will cease
I will appease
The angry ghosts who haunt my sleep,
Telling me in tones so shallow
That they’ll always be with me to harrow
The endless song inside me:
Redemption will never be
There’s no one here, all alone, lost, forgotten
I reap the harvest of the lonely roads I’ve trodden
One round in the chamber
A huge, endless club will claim me a member
For all time, and without end
This one act will all problems mend
I heft the iron, place it home
A shooting star crosses the sky, cold fire
And all future hopes there expire. . .
Redemption cannot be, that’s true,
But atonement can, and I do this for all of you.