Faiths True

I dyed the road a tainted red for every cut my knife had left The road led me right to hell The feeling unforgetable just like my thoughts in which I dwell I died a little more inside and twisted every lie to make it true to make it say another way to cry at night and not say a word then again I could scream aloud and still not be heard for this is the problem that my memories stirred A life that was bound the pain I found the truth the surrounds and the faith I turned down glory to the king who is able to wear the true crown