Voiceless

Time is a healer, but this wound is pouring out He left his heart at home Hes fading, ageing thin, lost weathered eyes Tells a story of where he's been This somber life He sits in silence Struggling to speak Lost count of years Growing old and weak Raising imposters Who are sure to leave With love and care He tends to their needs The sleepless nights Oh god he's crying out Losing heart and mind And his weary voice to shout He's not a ghost He's just not home He's not a ghost He's just not home Where were you When you were truly needed Where were you, when She lost her way With no hand to hold on to Alone without the Dad she knew Why were you so far away The sleepless nights Oh god he's crying out Losing heart and mind And his weary voice to shout The biggest piece of him is in a far worse state Paying debts is his way of living, what a fucking fate Time is a healer But the wound is pouring out