Clock On the Wall

The clock still ticks on the living room wall It’s dark feelings I recall Death somehow changed it all I no longer feel it is my fault I learn to let go of pain and grief Stop asking why this happen to me I never will really understand How evil resides in a god fearing man Fate has led me down many a road Something pushing and pulling me along But I believe after all these years That the scars will remain inside me sealed A stamp on my soul for which I know God himself sheds some tears I am not as forgiving as he For many demons had hunted me I somehow feel there is someone else I can help as I have myself.