Walking down this road,
no faith to guide me right,
my heart feels stretched and tight,
the demons haunt my soul,
but I take no part,
because I have a broken heart.
Faith seems out of reach,
my mind feels bleached,
does love exsist?
will these wounds ever heal?
or am I doomed to kneel,
for a god I do not love,
like a raggid rug,
but I will go on,
down this road,
untill dawn finds my soul,
and my broken heart is healed.
Blood lines my path,
sorrow haunts my dreams,
and the leaves are turning black,
as I walk down this damned path,
hopeing for a light,
a light that will not show.
So leave me alone,
my path may be black,
but its my choice,
so turn your back,
and leave me here to crack. |
