The Guilt That We Survive

Here’s a new song from me. Hope you like it.

“The Guilt that We Survive”
It’s the rookie who just made the team
Whose old friends now just watch and dream
It’s the CEO who’s upward bound
With a brother stuck in her hometown
It’s the Dreamer with her new degree
Whose Abuela still long to be free
It’s the Soldier on that National Mall
Who runs his fingers down that Wall.
It’s the price we all pay, the longer we’re alive
Ones who fade away, and the guilt that we survive.
It’s the singer with that sidewalk star
Whose old band still plays run down bars
It’s the drunk who fingers his bronze chip
While his roommate’s on his seventh slip
It’s the one who’s five years cancer free
Whose friend dies unexpectedly
It’s the Mother in her shelter bed
Whose bunkmate went back home instead
It’s the price we all pay, the longer we’re alive
Ones who fade away, and the guilt that we survive.
So these questions, they rattle through my mind
With answers I can never seem to find.
Why am I the one that fortune found?
Why am I the one who’s still around?
Why am I the one who made it through?
Why am I the one, and why not you?
It’s the price we all pay, the longer we’re alive
Ones who fade away, and the guilt that we survive.
Words and Music, Eric Folkerth. Copyright, 2018.

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