October - Rocky Votolato

Everyone will sing songs of lost mothers

Every debt will be paid in the end

Lives lived will be brought back into focus

As each one looses the place where it begins

Please tell them I said I’m sorry

I knew not all that I did

This message carried hopefully will carry

Much more weight than words of men down here

Feel your losses you’ll know that it’s October

Stretched out short days eat you from within

Lives lived brought back homeward

I’m leaving home again

Please tell me it’s not the last time

Though that day awaits keep it far from here

There’s still much work we’ve to get done

Your lighthouse is burning my travels clean