Where would I be,Would I be standing right here

We've had such a cruel death would we be as good as to remember a life

Would you never live the way that you did would your birth be enough

Was it just someones hard labour,A few days struggle then oblivion



And what about Peter that rock of a saint he'd never taken the hook

And kept on fishing and missing the catch but hitting the sea

And Margaret praying for the army and the souls like you and me



Lost somewhere out there in erternity,Wondering what it all means

Would it be the same,Just imagining

Not just holy water but an ocean

Not just touching but diving right in



Is this a curse it just makes things worse for the living

Struggling and burned and one calender month before giving

Giving up the ghost of Christmas past

Valentines post and easter mondays past



Could this dying be done,Would love be so concerned

Not just in starting but in ending

Not just in falling but decending,      Decending