Sins Of The Fathers Lyrics - Barnabas

Timeless, on the edge of any city 

A field of weathered stones 

Watching, all alone 

Marks the fitful resting place 

Of silent, stirring bones 

Some that pass before us 

We, in guilt, cannot let go 

An old man runs his hands through tattered memories 

Of dreams that wouldn't wait 

The future; much too late 

One foot caught in yesterday, the other near the grave 

Conveniently removed from sight 

With little fight, he fades away 

So many things remain unsaid 

So many signals never read 

Behold the unenlightened truth 

Of blind, unfeeling youth 

Growing up, a child is surrounded 

Towering above, so rudely pushed and shoved 

By those who've lost the child-heart 

Demanding, without love 

Limping into parenthood 

The son becomes what father was 

So many things remain unsaid 

So many signals never read 

Behold the pitiful results 

Of unfulfilled adults 

The rivers of our lives run 

Under many bridges burned 

No river runs forever 

Is a lesson sorely learned 

So little time for things unsaid 

So little time before we're dead 

Behold life's bright and fragile flower 

So easily devoured 

Timeless, on the edge of any memory 

A figure stands alone 

A knife-blade, keen and cold 

That wounds the heart of every man 

Who's love was never told 

Some that pass before us 

We, in guilt, cannot let go