The Reaper

I have witnessed a man
Resplendent in his decay
A testament to the ages
His ghost is trapped within
A father to his sons
Left in filth and ruin
The die of his soul is cast
And the reaper waits

How can he go, how can he leave
When the cross is bearing down on he?
Let him be, just let him be
The dying man is he!

In a world of sinners
Who wears their shame?
No crown of thorns
Just broken shattered dreams
The tide has turned for all
Yet he soldiers on
A memory of a time and place
And the reaper waits

How can he go, how can he leave
When the cross is bearing down on he?
Let him be, just let him be
The dying man is he!

On bended knee he weeps
With his arms raised high
An angel in his turmoil
The promise of eternity
A golden path is open
Fire ignites the sky
Yet he bides his time
And the reaper waits

How can he go, how can he leave
When the cross is bearing down on he?
Let him be, just let him be
The dying man is he!