At Peace

You’ve got to find her

Your mother ain’t fit to be alone

Her rosary beads are gone, only one place she’d be

The sun is nearly up, put your jacket back on

And walk down the street

Feel the wind start to shift, cold and biting

Just like everything that’s changed

When you do find her

Take the only family that you’ve got back to home

Head down, walk through the crowds, families downtown

Jealous bitter old man, just yourself you can’t stand

Man that took away your wife, coward left you behind

Kill them both if you could

Head down, cigarette in hand

Concrete, cold brick and sand

To the place where she prays, she suffers her days

Sleepless nights with the dirt when the addiction hurts

Up to that old white oak door church

And that’s where you find her in that last pew

You touch her cold hand

Your mother is gone

In front of her God, needle in her arm

Family plot will be filled

Perfect ending to a tragedy

Put her in cold wet ground

Finally at peace with her husband now

Lost all will

Hours strain, but months pass alone with your gun

Blue-collar shipyard, your days have gone

Lost it all for the promise of a normal life

All taken from you when you lost your wife

So you sit in that chair

Waiting for death

Barrel to your head