The Crossroads Made of Fire
The crossroads made of fire
I walked my share of crossroads
But this path was mine to bare,
The street sign made of brimstone
And sulfur lingered in the air.
The journey made me weary
Voices heckled in the dark,
Depressed and very lonely
That's when the devil left his mark.
This crossroad stole my passion
Demons taunted in my sleep,
I asked God to give me strength
And my soul for him to keep.
Others will face this crossroad
And I pray they make it through,
Lost souls searching for an end
A new beginning waits for you.
Love will find your heart again
Your soul will seek desire,
I got burned but made my way
On the crossroads made of fire.
Copyright © Troy Snyder | Year Posted 2015
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