Face the Music


We've all been down the path,
between hither and yon.
But don't know where we're going,
or what train we're on.

Until we face the music,
on that distant dawn.
So loud and clear it comes,
when Gabriel blows his horn.

The journey's hard and steep,
on the many paths we choose.
It's easier to slide backward,
so easy just to lose.

We can't hold back the waters,
as they grow from our misuse.
And build up over years,
to a flood of our abuse.

It's then we face the music,
on that distant dawn.
So loud and clear it comes,
when Gabriel blows his horn.

When passion turns obsession,
we must realize our fate.
For if we don't realize it,
it may be way too late.

On the other side of nowhere,
is a land of make-believe.
To think that land is somewhere,
is only to deceive.

So we must face the music,
on that distant dawn.
So loud and clear it comes,
when Gabriel blows his horn.




Gabriel's Horn of Truth

Gabriel's Horn of Truth © PhtsicsGG.me

I'm not at all religious but I love those
rousing spirituals that lift the spirit with
their voices of mighty song.

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