Who knew?

[spamlives]

Beneath the rubble of time
And the banality of everyday
Underneath the innuendos
Buried, gone to the frey
Lies the burden of grief
The emptiness of a light burned out
Echos of memories of laughter
Shadows of the essence of doubt
Have I made you proud?
Touched the things that you held high?
And will I still have a place with you
On the bittersweet day that I die?
When the rubble settles
The sadness that sleeps inside
Forces thoughts of confusion
Pain and torment that can not hide
And I try to be that light
That keeps your memory alive
For without your patient wisdom
There is no reason to survive