Maybe He’s right
When the light shines down upon my soul
In the midst of foggy weather, dark roads The winding down, the twisty corners where curiosity killed the kitten.
Where the wicked are conceived as the creatures of the underworld
Beautiful and pure with exploited intentions
To dig in caves that stretch the truth a little too far
But it’s the truth that sets everyone free
I root for the underdog to take the challenge away
As the curious kitten always wants to play.
