Craddock

inclined to drift among the dead
their grassy slopes and mossy stones
a gentle path for heavy tread
an aching head
and weary bones

chorus:
known only by a stone facade
exemplified by Craddock there
empowered by Almighty God
we may meet some day in the air

those who lie beneath my shoes
like him one hundred short a day
have laid aside their faulty views
and somber blues
and flown away

but being here and yet alive
I might as well be that than dead
the moment will in time arrive
to further strive
with life instead

chorus