Barnabas Sins Of The Fathers Lyrics

Sins Of The Fathers Lyrics

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

 

 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