the buck stops here

to the thief in the night
it's a way to keep going
to the one who has lost
what's gone is gone forever

you stole my very life away
to satisfy some meager lust

i hardly had a chance
you didn't have a clue
it was never about me
only ever about you

you couldn't help the blindness
though you had the eyes to see
you just never chose to look beyond
your petty version of you and me

my woeful cries were piercing
but you could not hear
as your dreams of who you were
made it impossible to listen

i died a brutal death
long before this life began
who knows where or when
those wheels were set in motion ?

your blindness likely was a blessing

if you could have seen the harm you brought
to those who could not run or hide
and to further generations
who will never know why it is they suffer
what would your choice have been ?

they will bear the weight of all you've done
and be scarred by what they cannot remember

my god instructed long ago
not in words
but through much deeper
far more painful inspiration

the buck stops here !

any future generations
must not bear the wounds
that have crippled this survivor

the buck stops here !

the weight of all you've done
and of those who came before you
has been so heavy and so daunting
it almost killed me more than once

it's been worth every drop of blood and tears
shed along the steep and jagged pathway
as when i lay my head to sleep at night
i rest assured of one true thing

the buck stops here !

though i leave no child to wear this name
my legacy is this
no-one shall bear the pain and burden
of what i've had to suffer

by the grace of god alone
i am alive today to say

the buck stops here !