...and this is where he fell that day.

let this place be my tombstone
a place of silent observation
a testament or monument
just let it be at peace

so many wounds on my heart
i have simply fought to hard
or simply not at all
but here i will rest

please lay me down to sleep here
in a verdant bed of green
to return to dust again
to be free from this

this war this plague this world
the vices that it pursues
hands that seek evil
voices the murmur

so many short days and endless nights
i have dwelt in prevailing shadow
of machinery gone astray
such wayward creations

i have tasted the rain and fire
and both are bitter anymore
milk and honey fail me
wine is like dirt

but here, i will be at peace at last
the cross, the end of my days.
the kiss of endless light
an endless reverie

i will gladly forget a thousand days
to know one moment with You
and to be with You at all
restores my soul again

so let it end, end it now forever
cut the chord and the chain
open the gates to Your house
my hope, my destination