Eleanora

After the ones who swore they’d never
Have looked the other way
I heard the ghosts of the good Samaritans
They’re turning in their graves
After the ones who couldn’t remember
All for their own sake
I heard the last good ships abandoned
With nothing in their wake

Eleanora,
How much more can a heart take
Of all the wrong breaks
How can you call this living?

Eleanora,
We were born under wrong signs
Raised in wrong times
Still you go on forgiving

For all the faith I lost without you,
I’ve been blessed to gain
From all the faith that you have in me,
for all my mistakes
With just a teardrop of your patience
Of more than a thousand saints
For all my sins and wasted chances
I can start again

(can we start again?)

Eleanora…

 

(Copyright Mark James Pearson)