Everything in life gives out, everything in life gives way.
Everything is subject to decay.
Barbara dances with 80 years of shadows in her broken mind.
Bill fights off the love and hurt he never could unbind.
Everything in time gives out, everything in time gives way.
We may as well give it all away.
Moth and rust and dust to dust.
And we are left to hope and trust.
You who weep and wonder: is there a lasting reason.
You're grieving is only for a season.
Generals, kings, and presidents pray to a god unknown .
Love and lip service are paid to Jesus Christ their CEO.
You whose lovers, boys, and girls march to war without reason.
This madness is only for a season.
At night there is a silence that sucks the marrow from your bones.
It grips you when you are all alone.
You're left standing on the shore;
All is washed out to the deep.
No melody, no words, no more.
Just cries that steal your sleep.
Sometimes there is a silence that sings to you: Child you are home.
Moth and rust and dust to dust.
And we are left to hope and trust.