The Waiting

Oh, my mother, I was born only moments before

You died and they carried you away

Sent to walk alone for my father was unknown

Upon these streets will I walk and will I lay

Alone, alone and orphan on my own

Until the pale moon shines on my grave

My mother I have tried to be your joy and pride

But failure comes so naturally to me

All these sins I find passing before my eyes

I pray soon one day I’ll be redeemed

I'm alone, alone and orphan on my own

Until the pale moon shines on my grave

Alone, alone just hollow flesh and bone

This world’s a waiting room for judgment day

But I’ll see the sunshine some morning

So I'll timidly smile because I know in awhile I’ll be free

So I’ll bloody my feet on this gravel where I walk and sleep - until then

Soon my mother, you’ll be joined by a broken wounded boy

When the angels have carried me away