Living the Faith of our Fathers and Mothers Today
When the dusk falls on a winters evening
Pealing is heard the Angelous bell
The old man blesses himself who is leaning
On a bike old that stories could tell
Of the roads it rolled over on journeys
It carried its owner on through sorrows and joys
That bike though newer was like the first one he had
When he and his brother were boys
With girls on the crossbar after the dance
At the dancehall they never would miss
The girls were more reserved than the young of today
Who no longer are happy with just a kiss
But the young of today live life in their own way
More honest, less hidden in days that long did pass
Faith more private, sinning more public, is seen
The youth are rare seen at mass.
But the boy racer who speeds in his car
The wild girl beside him like her grandmother long ago
The wildest of boys make the finest old men
That knowledge women if all ages know
But passing the cemetry the cool mask slips
The boy blesses himself as he drives by
Its tradition, a gesture, a show of respect
No one wonders or passes remarks as to why.
We live in a different time today
Not as innocent as times past before
The big walls that held secrets are empty now
Hold within the inmates no more.
Society is more honest if publically less pious is seen
Silent are they prayers said that we pray
We have never been as holy as now when little its seen
We live the faith of our mothers and fathers today…