On the Frame

Can you hear me Father John? Have you lost what you believe? What's the matter what's the meaning When nothing's as it seems? Sit down at the table now There's reason there's reprieve (You never would know it) Even those who are yet to Come are sharers in your grief 'Cause in a little while When all will be over You're going to say goodbye Go and get your closure In a hundred years When you're just a haze on the water And then when it clears It's another's turn to discover But you know they'll have to let go Like you Can you hear me (?)? On the morning when you came It was me who wrote onto The wooden door your name It'll last there longer than In this body i can stay ('Cause we all will be moving) If you ever return again Write another's on the frame 'Cause in a little while When all will be over You're going to say goodbye Go and get your closure In a hundred years When you're just a haze on the water And then when it clears It's another's turn to discover But you know they'll have to let go Like you