Burning Bridges
I’ve lived a life of darkness, I lived a life of shame,
I’ve lived my life, as though it were a game.
I’ve done my share of damage, with the words I’ve spoke,
where there is a fire, you always see it’s smoke.
But out of ignorance, I did do these things,
as I handed out, deaths little stings.
They say don’t burn the bridges, you may have to cross,
killing them with our words, is our final loss.
Words, what a mighty powerful force, but when we practice to deceive,
those words brings more than you truly perceive.
I lay down those weapons of darkness, the words in which I speak,
now for those words of life, each day I truly seek.
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