Still Here I Walk

I built a house on borrowed time. Raised three boys who don't call home. Their mother sleeps beneath the pines. I tend the yard, I live alone. The mailbox holds the bills I owe. My hands forget the work they knew. But every morning, still I go. Out to the porch To watch the blue. The doctor says my heart's worn thin. The preacher says there's peace ahead. But I'm not ready to give in. While there's breath and daily bread. I'm still here. I walk through the rooms where we once laughed. I'm still here. I talk to the walls about the past. Every scar, every fall brought me closer To the truth. I'm still here after all, With these tired bones as Proof. I see my face in old photographs. A younger man who thought he'd live forever. Who made mistakes and chose the path. That broke some things He couldn't tether. The bottle took a decade more. Ooh. The pride took twenty years to shed. Ooh. But something kept me from the door. Ooh. When darker voices filled my Head. My sons, they've got their own regrets. Their own roads winding through the pain. I hope they know before sunset. That love survives the hurricane. I'm still here. I walk through the rooms where we once laughed. I'm still here. I talk to the walls about the past. Every scar, every fall brought me Closer to the truth. I'm still here after all, with these Tired bones as Proof. Someday they'll find me in this chair with the Bible on my knee. And maybe then they'll understand what held on tight To me. I'm still here. I walk, though my step is slow and bent. I'm still here. I talk about the life that I was lent. Every loss, every ache was a lesson I could learn. I'm still here for heaven's sake. Waiting for my turn. I'm still here. I walk. I'm still here. I walk.