Neal Morse - Reckoning

Twenty years, give or take
It took that long to incubate
But now our hate has come back home at last

The reason we're in such distress
Confronted with our helplessness
This mess is not some random circumstance
We thought we got away, but not a chance

Don't ya hear, don't ya hear fate's warnin'?
Don't ya know that we got his blood on our hands
It's without any doubt, there is no questioning, yeah
This is our reckoning

Yes, I know we were guilty then
But what about now? We can't bring Ben
If we do, our Father will not survive
I'm sorry too, I still see his face
Some twenty years cannot erase
The guilt of sin has only multiplied
Now how I wish our brother was still alive

Don't ya hear, don't ya hear fate's warnin'?
Don't ya see that we got his blood on our hands
It's without any doubt, there's no questioning, yeah
This is our reckoning
This is our reckoning

This is our reckoning, reckoning
This is our reckoning
This is our reckoning, reckoning
This is our reckoning
This is our reckoning, reckoning
This is our reckoning, reckoning
This is our reckoning, reckoning

Written by:
Neal Morse

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