Barnabas - Sins Of The Fathers Lyrics

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Timeless on the edge of any city

A field of weathered stones

Watching all alone

Marks the fitful resting place

Of silent stirring bones

Some that pass before us

We in guilt cannot let go

An old man runs his hands through tattered memories

Of dreams that wouldn't wait

The future; much too late

One foot caught in yesterday the other near the grave

Conveniently removed from sight

With little fight he fades away

So many things remain unsaid

So many signals never read

Behold the unenlightened truth

Of blind unfeeling youth

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Growing up a child is surrounded

Towering above so rudely pushed and shoved

By those who've lost the child-heart

Demanding without love

Limping into parenthood

The son becomes what father was

So many things remain unsaid

So many signals never read

Behold the pitiful results

Of unfulfilled adults

The rivers of our lives run

Under many bridges burned

No river runs forever

Is a lesson sorely learned

So little time for things unsaid

So little time before we're dead

Behold life's bright and fragile flower

So easily devoured

Timeless on the edge of any memory

A figure stands alone

A knife-blade keen and cold

That wounds the heart of every man

Who's love was never told

Some that pass before us

We in guilt cannot let go

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