Mausoleums Of Times

The Mausoleums of times past I walk through,
Where they've planted they're dead its true...
Stretching before me I see desolation within me, 
Does anyone hear does anyone see!
Visualising before me,
Abandoned do I see the spirits of others pointing at me.
Accuse not me for I can't see those In times forgotten,
Don't accuse me,
Now in death,
I want not, to see you pointing your finger at me...
I was there I was there Me only Me! 
Were there don't you see!! ...
I was there looking out for you, 
Waiting for you to come through
I was there, championing you
Encouraging, you to breathe through
Your breathing fast much too fast you see
Much too fast take it easy...
Breathe slowly Mama, doucement Mama
But you took not heed.
I knew not you were departing from me
That last drink I gave to you,
You were gasping Mama!  just to wet your lips
Your throat somehow
But the wrong person that was me
I could not comfort thee...
Had the words not fluently, as you slipped
Through my fingers, as I was holding you,
Leaving me alone numbed stupefied too
I knew not you wouldn't come back to me!
As you uttered ahh Jesus, Ohh my God.
Leaving me, leaving me!!!  As tears spilt out.
Why pick on me Mama why, pick on me,
I wasn't the best person to be there you see!
You've forsaken me! Mama!
You've forsaken me...

                      By Connie James