It seems everything special turns to dust
As questions asked make my brain bust
So I plead God to answer me
With my final plea
Here I stand at the crossroads
Unsure of which way to turn
It seems like a familiar question
Of which bridge to burn
Do I stay and support like promised
Or do I leave and watch my heart churn
So as bombs drop and heads lift
I do my best to not cause a riff
Staying may be harder then I thought
But I won't leave you alone to rot
Time and pain will pass
One day you'll ask
What'd I lose and what'd I win
Was giving me up a prayer or was it a sin
Here I stand at the crossroads
Unsure of which way to turn
It seems like a familiar question
Of which bridge to burn
Do I stay and support like I promised
Or do I leave and watch my heart churn
Jul 14, 2012
Jul 14, 2012 at 3:43 AM UTC
It seems everything special turns to dust
As questions asked make my brain bust
So I plead God to answer me
With my final plea
Here I stand at the crossroads
Unsure of which way to turn
It seems like a familiar question
Of which bridge to burn
Do I stay and support like promised
Or do I leave and watch my heart churn
So as bombs drop and heads lift
I do my best to not cause a riff
Staying may be harder then I thought
But I won't leave you alone to rot
Time and pain will pass
One day you'll ask
What'd I lose and what'd I win
Was giving me up a prayer or was it a sin
Here I stand at the crossroads
Unsure of which way to turn
It seems like a familiar question
Of which bridge to burn
Do I stay and support like I promised
Or do I leave and watch my heart churn
Copyright; Bret Desrochers
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