The Path

I walk down the shadow of the valley of death Cruising along until I reach my invariable last breath I cry out for the sky to fade from blood red Give me back the dream of golden tattered shreds I'd take that over this and this over that God where did it go wrong this hath been too long Forgive me Forgive them Forgive us Forge a holy crucifix upon our proverbial spirits and bind The light between all man, in spirits we will wind Our way back to you in the dark, cast out of hell We walk tracks to you as the marked, straight out of hell Nothing can stop the fortified, devoid of material Materially devoid and circumspect to only your will In your name we pray that they walk the path to shiny hill Amen