I grin as the era of the selfish fades,
I’m looking at the skies through a pair of dark shades
And I’m buggin’, I guess, ’cause it makes me feel good.
There’s so many things that I misunderstood.
I guess I’ll never know (it probably cut me like a knife),
I swore I’d spend my life trying to be Christ-like.
But I love you, Father, so I can’t lie:
I think I’ll still be scared even after I die.
Lyrics from “Even After I Die” by P.M. Dawn, 1991.
Photo by Rick Stachura. Inside the Prudential Center. June 16, 2017.
(This story was originally posted to my old Tumblr site on June 20, 2017.)