A New Way of Life
Voodoo dolls and magic spells
your trying hard to see,
how it is I live my life
so far out of key.
No questions asked no path to take
just running with the wind.
Your catching up, your getting close
but now you know you've sinned.
To run with me you must stride forward
don't look before you leap,
don't think first and don't give up
the darkness gets so deep.
But don't be scared just look around,
breathe in and start to climb.
You'll reach the top and show your fears
that its finally your time.
You say you want inside my mind
so this time ill try,
to open up, to let you in
before the day I die.
Its hard to follow, don't get lost
searching for a path.
You say your love will guide you though
don't think poorly as I laugh.
But my mind is that of widows peak
starting to unwind,
because I know I love like this
is near impossible to find.
Together we will out run day
escaping from the light.
To a dark and deadly place
where there's no need to fight.
We'll feed on fear and stand alone
against the power of the past.
To climb the peak and rewrite time
to make the mental presence last.
There we will meet our judgment
and look him in the eye.
Smile big and say to him,
“This time, this is goodbye.”
Copyright © Tristan Hays | Year Posted 2010
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