Crossroads
Crossroads.
Waiting at the
crossroads, waiting
for the daemon in
his car,
Strive for
perfection, that
time when I'm
playing guitar,
One day I'll be
playing Delta Blues
in a bar.
Many a soul has gone
and trod this track,
Strode up to the
one, ready to make
their pact,
Make up for things,
their life seemed to
have lacked.
Thirst a plenty, the
minds set out to
win,
Hush the fear, as
night now closes in,
There's more in this
world, I'd really
call a sin.
What of others,
alone at home
asleep?
Roam their minds, in
dreams now they
leap,
Trust in God, for
their souls to keep.
He hands the paper,
to the man unwaged,
Stroll in the park,
for one who's now is
caged,
Uneasy choice, the
people all have
aged.
Rip against a
system, thats all we
really can do,
Signed in blood,
contract signed by a
few,
There are hardly any
choices, anyone
gives to you.
I volunteered my
soul, to stop me
from going insane,
Strife's an
illusion, what is
there really to
gain?
I am lonely once
more, left with my
heartache and pain.
Go to my children,
asleep while singing
this song,
Bled from their
future, What is it
they have done
wrong?
The truth is: I just
want to belong.
Waiting at the
crossroads, waiting
for the daemon in
his car,
Strive for
perfection, that
time when I'm
playing guitar,
One day I'll be that
Delta blues playing
star.
Copyright © Chris Matthews | Year Posted 2014
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