The Road Not Mine
This road is not mine,
I stumbled at the precipice,
The darts struck while i slept,
Ten thousand enemies in ambuscade,
with fiery arrows drawn for my destruction,
made a mockery of my commitment.
The garment is not mine, He tore it 'afore'
I abandoned it for the way,
The dregs, was my ruin.
But my price is paid
I have tasted freedom
I will flee to the city
There is nothing for me here,
I shall not bargain,
and if death be my lots in this fight,
by Blood not mine , but his
Let me not return to captivity.
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