Footsteps becoming heavy,
Approaching the Gallows Wood;
Like the sacrificial cross,
Of where Jesus once stood..
Memories fading,
Like an echoes end;
Unable to face,
All the things you've been..
Destiny or fate,
Still a destination of which you're late..
Evolution of a creation,
No more than a mistake..
Decades of holding back,
A soul now drowned from choked down tears;
Standing before the Gallows Wood,
A faint smile,
Now replaces your fears...
