The summers knocked upon my gate, <br />I sat with grievances growing late. <br />I fed them daily, year by year, <br />While life's best offerings disappeared.<br /><br />There was a porch beneath a light, <br />Someone waiting every night. <br />I came with reasons, blame and pride, <br />While precious seasons passed outside.<br /><br />Photographs along the wall <br />Changed so gently I missed it all. <br />A silver strand, a slower stride, <br />Time walked beside us, silent-eyed.<br /><br />Friends drifted farther down the years, <br />Taking laughter, taking tears. <br />I thought tomorrow would remain, <br />Until tomorrow never came.<br /><br />(Chorus)<br />Oh, if I could buy one hour, <br />Not from heaven, not from power, <br />Just one breakfast long ago, <br />One ordinary Sunday glow.<br />One more chance to hear them speak, <br />One more hand against my cheek. <br />Now the evening fills the room, <br />And forgotten moments bloom.<br /><br />How many sunsets crossed the glass, <br />How many birthdays came to pass. <br />I chased victories made of air, <br />And left life's truest riches there.<br /><br />My mother spoke of distant days, <br />My father taught in quiet ways. <br />I barely listened, hurried through, <br />Certain there'd be more to do.<br /><br />The doctor speaks in measured tones, <br />The medicine waits beside my bones. <br />Outside, the fading daylight stays, <br />Lingering on these final days.<br /><br />No fortune bears my family name, <br />No history remembers fame. <br />The only burden I still keep: <br />The love postponed, the promises asleep.<br /><br />(Chorus)<br />Oh, if I could buy one hour, <br />Not from heaven, not from power, <br />Just one breakfast long ago, <br />One ordinary Sunday glow.<br />One more chance to hear them speak, <br />One more hand against my cheek. <br />Now the evening fills the room, <br />And forgotten moments bloom.<br /><br />If these words should reach your ear, <br />Hold your people while they're here. <br />The grandest dreams eventually fall, <br />But shared affection outlives all.<br /><br />Every road runs out of miles, <br />Every doorway loses smiles. <br />Nothing wounds the heart so deep As love postponed and left asleep.<br /><br />Perhaps this is my last Sunday.<br />The final newspaper on my table.<br />The final shadow crossing the yard.<br />The final kettle singing in the kitchen.<br />Tomorrow may arrive without me.<br />And all the ordinary things<br />I barely noticed,<br />The sparrows on the fence,<br />The laughter from next door,<br />The sunlight on the curtains,<br />The voices in the hall,<br />Will continue,<br />Exactly as before,<br />Without my footsteps,<br />Without my chair,<br />Without my name.<br />Perhaps this is my last Sunday.<br /><br /><br />Astrikos Katoikos <br />Copyright ©️ 2009<br />Todos os Direitos Reservados<br /><br />#astrikoskatoikos #soulthern #blues #rock
