Sunday

Walking this concrete wishing for the rain 
Wishing for the rain without a cloud in the sky 
Walking this concrete feeling so lost 
Feeling so lost so close to your front door 

It’s when the sun catches my eye 
Strikes my heart every Sunday morning 
It’s when I think of you most 
And my heart sinks in mourning 

I’ve never been back to see you 
All alone in the ground 
Where gold etched letters 
Scream your name out loud 

“Don’t worry” said the fear in his eyes 
“Don’t worry son, I’m just waiting to die” 

I’ll walk up and down these streets 
These old familiar streets 
But the concrete 
Won’t feel like home to me