The road I take
Is the road I face
Dark, cold and soulless
A Prisoner with bars of broken fest
My journey through life is dark
Even the trees agree with forming arks
An intruding light at the end
Brings in false tales to refuse my bends
This dark road of life is a thorn
Pricking on me to keep me from harm
Beheld on my on me to keep me from harm
Now broken to allow in charm
I walk through the cold
Hopeless in shades to embrace
What life has broken at the end
I walk this road soulless
