I follow the light
and endure what I must
I have never been the one
who needed to not trust
I have walked through alcohol
and battlefields of lust
and I returned again

I follow whats right
removing all the rust
and once upon a time I knew
exactly when a thing was just
I can live through anything
including this  swords ******
that I may return again

there comes a time in every life
to forget what they said
to pick up this old shovel
and bury this old dead
making something beautiful
out of what you dread
and perhaps you'll find a way
to return again