Author Information
MAYBE THERE'S A REASON
MAYBE THERE'S A REASON
(T. Beechey)
Dedicated to the life and legacy of James Douglas Morrison (1943-1971) on the thirty-fifth anniversary of his passing
Once more,the sun is setting even as it makes its climb
For the hands of fate are letting another slip through in their prime
We mustn't be forgetting or forgiving of such a crime
A chosen life's course heading abruptly ceased before its time
The stars,each one is fading; one by one they twinkle out
Over the land,there's shading as a spirit ascends the Route
To the Open Arms awaiting but,among us,there is doubt
As we're left anticipating what was yet to come about
Maybe there's a reason and perhaps someday I'll find it
Before I go out of season,gazing outward from behind it
Unable to communicate,merely watching from above
Never understanding the hate,never feeling any love
The angels,they are singing to the newest of their flock
Who,among them,now comes winging toward that Blessed Sainited Rock
And the chorus now is ringing through that Pearly Golden Block
Still,we feel that soulful stinging which accompanies the shock
Maybe there's a reason and perhaps someday I'll know
Before I go out of season,gazing beyond the brilliant glow
Unable to communicate,merely casting a watchful eye
Never understanding the hate and always wondering why
