- Vol. 10
- Chapter 03
To the Rhythms of Billy Shakes
Who is this watching my greatest failure
Is it someone I know or a stranger
They’re standing tall and strong with head held high
As my life suddenly passes me by
Is it my forebearer, viewing abhorred
The ghost of father’s fathers come before
And with disgust they know where I have erred
My tilted life, this life filled with despair
Or is it me, the me that once tall stood
Not knowing what I’d be or what I should
A shadow of the life I might have had
If I had taken some diverg-ed path
They say they watch over you when they’re gone
So to whom now is my failing eye drawn
Some other, passing judgement over me
Or myself if I’d been what I could be
Do they scruntize me, this harbinger
Or does their gaze add to my garniture
To the Rhythms of Billy Shakes
Does their scathing glance build up my defense
To cause my fortitude to recommence
As my eyes close they’re the last b’ing I see
For unknown reason they’re watching o’er me
I lie still, their aim I can't ascertain,
In spite or thanks to them I’ll rise again