As I walk up and down these crying roads,
everyone wants to, but no one knows.
Phone calls from the afterlife,
they tell me never take these feelings in strife.
This life is just a moment
with an end in sight.
I build my treasures
for a different life, with a greater might.
Figure out what shall be done,
we all have something to overcome.
Lord, I want to soak up Your Hevenly Spirit.
I want to be so close, that I can hear it.
As I walk up and down these dying roads,
fools try to condemn me for what I chose.
I try to not partake in this fabricated world,
for the world will never heal you.
It will only steal you.
When everything is tossed aside,
we are either the thief or the king.
These life morals are everything I sing.