Brief Encounter

Alone in his empty room

He read that book page by page

In search of truth

Of comfort or some hope

He read 'If you knock, my door will open'

But those he tried were all locked tight

Like flickering lights

Bits of memories crossed his mind

Countless shattered pieces

That refused to fall in place

He read 'I'll search for all the lost ones'

But how much more lost could he be

He shook his fist at heaven

Stood up for all the broken souls

I will not forget the words

He spoke to me that day

He said 'Man, if you believe, would you ask one question

In my name because to me God never speaks:

Does he still rest on Sundays, and look at his creation,

And think it was good ?'

He could barely breathe

Hardly grab just one clear thought

The walls were closing in on him

His time was running out

He read 'If you ask, you will be given'

And he thought of everything he had lost

He shook his fist at heaven

Stood up for all the broken souls

I will not forget the words

He spoke to me that day

He said 'Man, if you believe, would you ask one question

In my name because to me God never speaks:

Does he still rest on Sundays, and look at his creation,

And think it was good ?

Does he think it was good ?'

It was a brief encounter

But after all these years it's still on my mind

Nobody mourned for him

There were no flowers on his grave

I hope at last you got your answer

And if so, would you let me know ?