There was the 'Was' we had,
that told us to be good
We trusted in its shared display
But defied it if we could
Because we were the young
Those still so new to bounds
And we were mad and scared and glad
that we chose to stand our ground
We the mighty warriors
who always threw the first
And watched it blow, saw it go
and ran in all directions
Simple things that try to breathe
the air they shared with men
And prove themselves so there and then
That they decide their end
And then they turn to stone
With a gargoyle's sense of stoic
Who provide a bit of distance
And choose to have you know it
Their growth is near to frighten
Like behemoths moving fast
Time is inconveient
Their patience cannot last
And then they have a stumble
Over some thing True
That tries to take them away from you
You learn of something New
And it becomes proof
That you were meant to do this too
You and yours serve as pride
That takes the place of theirs
You even try to speak your mind
And they at least try to listen
And then you ask a question to yourself
You look around at all your things
The kid that always turns away
And makes you feel so frightened
It feels like years and proves to be
That you're the seed that's turned to tree
Raising things that never see
That you want them to be free
You tire easy, stop to rest
Catch a glimpse of passing by
The world keeps running, you slow down
While you cease to really touch
Your habits stick and you are you
The oldest bit of family crew
That sleeps so much, wakes up fast
And is something like a bother
But they love you, you love them
You tell them that one now and then
They believe you, you do too
And that's what keeps them moving on
Every bit of wasted of time
May here or there so cross your mind
You choose to mourn or set aside
What-could-haves of ancient time
And then you lay
And then you die
And those around you
Say Goodbye
And as you're sent careening
Towards your place of After
That you sought in silence
Or with a bit of laughter
You cannot speak a word
You can't convey your thought
And people still will weep
At an image of you smiling
And at least, they may pray
Or wish you peace of resting
And you will feel, somewhere far
That somebody still does love you.