The Path
I walk down the shadow of the valley of death
Cruising along until I reach my invariable last breath
I cry out for the sky to fade from blood red
Give me back the dream of golden tattered shreds
I'd take that over this and this over that
God where did it go wrong this hath been too long
Forgive me
Forgive them
Forgive us
Forge a holy crucifix upon our proverbial spirits and bind
The light between all man, in spirits we will wind
Our way back to you in the dark, cast out of hell
We walk tracks to you as the marked, straight out of hell
Nothing can stop the fortified, devoid of material
Materially devoid and circumspect to only your will
In your name we pray that they walk the path to shiny hill
Amen
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2011
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