Savior (tanner)

These many step into their grave
Their chosen safety is their son
For all the hope he will reply
But to their questions there are none

They don't have lives of normal size
Fictional children petty wives
Too enthralled by their life's work and the goal they're seeking
to be distracted by their cries

Your days of wander far behind
You've chosen this path to your stone
A cruel will to be so kind
To be a savior, you're alone