Life lays before me in dark broken paths
All the roads look so good but are so wrong
Evils entangled hands reach out in wrath
Days on these paths have been weary and long
So which path is the right one to go down
Maybe it's the path showered in roses
I see the many thorns reaching around
The path fades, I see that option closes
I swing around to find what path is next
I am then greeted by angry darkness
This path is a chasm, I become vexed
Wearily, I jump into the abyss
No more paths to choose I am just falling
I look up, none can hear my voice calling
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
Life lays before me in dark broken paths
All the roads look so good but are so wrong
Evils entangled hands reach out in wrath
Days on these paths have been weary and long
So which path is the right one to go down
Maybe it's the path showered in roses
I see the many thorns reaching around
The path fades, I see that option closes
I swing around to find what path is next
I am then greeted by angry darkness
This path is a chasm, I become vexed
Wearily, I jump into the abyss
No more paths to choose I am just falling
I look up, none can hear my voice calling
Written long long ago but I still feel it at times.
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