How much do we really love?
Lord....
Lord, where we goin'?
Do I really want to go?
How do I handle knowin'
Jus' Who is in control?
I bite the hands that love me
Cut 'em off to save my soul
Keep my head down, screw my friends
Mosy back on to the fold
Oh, It only finds You early
Only Blesses chosen ones
Most times you miss that Train to Glory
Shot thru by Destination's Gun
No oil left to light the lamp
So thirsty that it hurts
We read it all, we left it lay
And now we pay the curse
And I cast my lot so long ago
The choice was bound to stone
Desparate blood is in my eye
Not the kind that can atone
And Lord, it's gettin' warm down here
The course is almost run
Horsemen crest the ridge above
Look down on what we've done
Mark my forehead, mark my hands
Mark my soul's march to Mt. Doom
Mark the Word and slam the door
The Inn has no more room
Lord, where we goin'?
Do I really want'a go?
How do I handle knowin'
Jus' Who is in control?
I bite the hands that love me
Cut 'em off to save my soul
Keep my head down, screw my friends
Mosy back on to the fold
Oh, It only finds You early
Only Blesses chosen ones
Most times you miss that Train to Glory
Shot thru by Destination's Gun
Megiddo and a White Throne waitin'
And then Your Golden Eye
All my fault and all my failing
All my love and all a lie
© D. Dain, 2006.
1 comment:
Thank you for writing this.In so many ways, I can relate to it...no...actually I can relate in every way.
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