Eroded Paths

If time would not erode

the lives that we are livin

And the wind carried the loads

of the things that we've forgiven

Could we paint us a picture

to describe where we've been

Sealed up in an envelope

and relive them again

But we must live with the fact

we all have to walk that fine line

The earth expands and contracts

until we've run out of time

Death will descend on each soul

and the scores are erased

The next one pays his own tolls

until we've all been replaced

So, what's it all for

can you explain it to me

My mom died at 84

my dad 93

And the things that they worked for

All the things that they did

So that we wouldn't want for

what they did as a kid

Like paint the wind washes

causing it to erode

Time eventually squashes it

at the end of the road

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