Walked all over
now I feel used
You’ve blurred my vision
left me confused
Pondering thoughts
Not my own
Seeking salvation
All alone
So here I stand
Lost for awhile
Heart full of grief
Unable to smile
Because you used me
Destroyed all I knew
Now I’m nothing
All because of you
I live within a darkness
unknown to the light.
I find comfort in the land
of nightmare and fright.
I’m a creature of destruction;
evil is all I know.
My heart is cold and barren;
I’ve always been alone.
So what do you expect
by beating down my door?
Love is as much a mystery to me
as white sandy shores.
I don’t know how to act
in the presence of your grace;
all I know is darkness;
all I breath is hate.
But I’m starting to feel different,
a slow, steady change within:
My anger is settling,
my heart begins to beat again…
Every day’s the same,
nothing ever changes,
just repeats, again and again,
a continuous,
repeating circle
that comes and goes, comes and goes.
Like playing follow-the-leader,
marching to the beat of the same drum,
twenty-four/seven,
there’s no exit ramp to freedom,
just bumper-to-bumper traffic
we must follow always,
much as the hands of a clock
make one complete round after another;
we’re stuck in the constant round and round,
like the earth we rotate on our axes,
the sun and moon rise and fall,
up and down, up and down…
Every day’s the same,
nothing ever changes,
just repeats, again and again…
I have walked these roads again and again,
longing for love and some I might call friend;
but the paths set before me are hard to endure.
I’ve walked through brimstone and fire
and still travel burnt shores.
Though I remain faithful, always searching for light,
I’ll be damned before I give into the night.
Though the struggle’s difficult
(and harder by the day),
I’d burn for all time before I’d give my soul away.
So here I stand overlooking a world of death and decay; all beauty
has faded; that’s why I see things this way.
And nothing will change my view because of what I’ve seen:
Darkness engulfs us, with lies seeming ever so clean.
Yet I keep a spark of hope, because I’ll never give in.
Yes, I’m far from pure; I’ll admit to each of my mortal sins;
but I’ll never sell my soul (that which is I),
and that’s the difference between
the horse and the fly.
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