A folk n rock ballad of sorts
the world as it is
Apostle John
Copyright 2023 Bradley Garfield Needham
All rights reserved
out on the street
ragged and bereft
a man that the ages
had left to forget
didn't know his name
called him apostle john
something in his face
somehow the name belonged to him
as he huddled
through the cold and the wind
all that world around him
never cared nor helped him
didn't want to die
didn't seem to live
the echoes of those moments
of nothing to forgive
didn't know his name
called him apostle john
something in his face
somehow the name belonged to him
maybe said our silence
maybe said our tears
he just sat there staring
past the minutes and the years
when the darkness came to meet him
he simply dissappeared
as the sun came out
to shine a little while
clear and prescient dangers
so cloudy in his smile
didn't know his name
called him apostle john
something in his face
somehow the name belonged to him
didn't want to cry
didn't choose to believe
those echoes in the moments
with nothing left to grieve
when the darkness finally came
there was no one left to see ...