While I stand here on the path
I think about my past
Hoping I will escape god wrath
But I cannot obey the creeds
Because I am walking down through the mists
My feelings I cannot dismiss
And the cuffs are still on my wrists
But into my heart I do lunge my kriss
As I look up the hill my eyes they cannot see
The things in front of me
But I know they are there
And their beauty it dose not compare
To the ugliness of my soul
And it digs my own grave hole
Because I am walking down through the mists
My feelings I cannot dismiss
And the cuffs are still on my wrists
But into my heart I do lunge my kriss
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-01-17 13:13:13
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