The Mausoleums of Old

Mausoleums Of  Old

In the mausoleums of times past
I walk through
Where they've planted their dead it true
Stretching before me I see desolation within me
Does anyone hear does anyone see
Visualising before me
Abandoned do I see
The spirit of others pointing at me!
Accuse me not for I can't see
Those, it 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!
I was 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
Breath slowly Mama
Doucement Mama
But you took no heed
I knew not you were departing from me!
That last drink I gave you
You were gasping Mama!
Just to wet your lips your throat
But the wrong person that was me
I could not comfort thee
Had the words not fluently
As you slipped through my fingers
I was looking at you
Leaving me alone stupefied too
I knew not you wouldn't come back to me
As you uttered O Jesus, O my God
Leaving me!
Leaving me; As tears spilt out
From the very core of me!
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