7 Hours Late

Forgive me, father. I was 7 hours late
And now you're gone
But I made it next to you as I promised
Dressed you for your last journey

I'm dead to you now
Sill holding the words
That were left unsaid

Couldn't burden you wish the sorrows
That crushed my chest
Couldn't find the right time to share those words
Why the days passed away

I'm dead to you now
And will be until my own heart
Sees the fallen veil of night
Until the curtains open for me
To walk the same moonlit silver trail
I always will be 7 hours late

(Carrying the pain of knowing
That you never know
Why we both went through the days apart
But with the same shadows in our hearts
I can't never tell you why I wasn't there
Until they bury me in the same soil
Until we meet again, I will be 7 hours late)

These rooms of shadows echoes on these walls
This empire of loneliness

Sill feeling the presence
Your soul sill lingering here for a while
And the dark that pours
In through the night-side window
And the light that fades
Into the woods

Like fireflies dancing betweenthe rusted trees
the light that escaped from my side
Glowing in the woods, waving its last goodbye
Until its gone and then it's dark