Life goes on - Written by Dell Sweet

Song Title: Life Goes On. Style: Alt

Verse-One

I dreamed I died yesterday...

Woke up crying... anyway... all the missed opportunities... yeah... I spent ten years making amends... but the world never bends, the pain never ends....

She came home just today...

Said he's tired of fighting... but what else can she say... He spent seventy years being

who he is... But it doesn't last forever, just comes down to this....

Bridge

The tears came like rain... got up and walked away...

Left her standing there... But I didn't know what else to say...

Hook

It's only life that holds us... uses us... puts the fear of death in us...

It's just a short walk to the other side... Put the fear aside...

It's only grace that saved me... pulled me away from what I used to be...

It's only God that made me... carried me home to see what I can be...

A better man, not a bitter man...

Verse-Two

I cried when I wrote this song...

Couldn't see a reason for this day... anyway... in my head he came to pick me up once more... drove me away from that world... closed the door for ever more...

Went to see him yesterday...

tried a smile on my face, can't cry in front of him... anyway... some broken part of who I used to be... But it doesn't own me like it used to own me...

Bridge

But my tears came like rain... got up and walked away...

Left him lying there... Didn't know what else to say...

Hook

It's only life that holds us... uses us... puts the fear of death in us...

It's just a short walk to the other side... Put the fear aside...

It's only grace that saved me... pulled me away from what I used to be...

It's only God that made me... carried me home to see what I can be...

A better man, not a bitter man...

Xtro

It feels like winter here... Fall is moving in hard... Snow on the air... But life goes on... Life goes on... Life goes on...

Why I Wrote It:

My mother came back from the Hospital today to tell me My Uncle Carl is dying. I know what he means to me, I've been dead twice and I believe in Christ, so I know life goes on, but for a moment it was too much to handle.

I thought, I cried this out in prison when she told me a few years back, when he started this fight with the cancer, but I guess not. I can not tell you what a miracle it seems like when you are living on the streets, I mean all that that implies, and someone who loves you drives right down into all of that and tells you to get in, you're leaving, and that's it. It's over. And you wonder why the Hell no one else took the time to do that... But, in the end it didn't really matter. It was that simple. It was that simple all along, someone finally took the time to tell me was all.

That was my Uncle in 1973. All he said was, “I don't like driving down here. I never do.” And that was true. In the next forty five plus years of knowing him, living with him some of that time too, I never saw him drive down into the city again for anything. But he drove down there that day, and I don't know what would have happened if he hadn't. My cousin Donnie didn't make it off the streets, he died. His brother Mike, who kept me alive more than once and taught me how to survive there, made it away just as I did, but it killed him a few years later.

I'm still here. I have a few people who love me, more who wonder about who I am and the things I've done and why I seem so distant and different. I am me. I still have my Uncle for a little while longer. I have my brother Dave whom I can talk to about anything. I have God. I write out the things I feel. That is my way of expressing myself. I am not complete without it...