Darkest Days
Michael David Rosenberg
See the lights of your town
Slowly sink and drown
Like a ship in the storm
See the birds against the sun
Feel the weight of things to come
And everything that's been before
See the woods with no pathways
See your grandfathers last days
See the darkest days my dear
Whisper words soft and low
To the songs that you know
And take them on your way
See the fallen snow
Neath the street light glow
By the side of the motor way
See the walls with no door ways
With a heavy heart always
See the darkest days my dear
See the woods with no pathways
See your grandfathers last days
See the darkest days my dear