Redemption Road
Barbed wire memories stretch on,
snagging, catching the flesh and soul.
Filled ditches running parallel,
overflowing with wasted tears.
Pulling close my determination,
onward I trudge to reach my goal.
Not knowing what I'll find out there,
hoping I have nothing to fear.
As I travel down Redemption Road
I see my past reflected now,
in potholes filled with regret.
I hear the sobs of those I hurt,
in the call of the Mocking Bird.
I know my demons chase after me,
they've been there from the onset.
I feel as though I am a lost lamb,
that's fell separated from the herd.
As I travel down Redemption Road
My Spring, Summer and now my Fall years
have led me on past crossroads.
I've climbed some hills, slipped on some paths,
been stubborn when I should yield.
At times I should have chose to run,
so my values would not erode.
Now I find I'm on a new path,
As my faith within me I wield.
As I travel down Redemption Road
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