Descending decisions.. at every turn in the road..
Forever defending.. some hand-me down spiritual code..
Is faith fed by fear, dear.. Could we be left without right..
Do you promise to meet me here..
to guide me through the tunnel of light..
and save me from night…
It always comes easy.. and it always leaves hard..
The shadows of “should be”..
Are the ghosts haunting my heart..
You know it ain’t easy.. to travel this far..
The shadows of “could be”..
Are the ghosts that live in the dark..
Haunting my heart…
Impending derision, with every risk that we take..
Devine imprecision, in every love that we make..
If pain pays the toll into heaven, then pleasure’s just a free ride to hell..
If deadly sins number seven, number eight must have some story to tell..
It always comes easy.. and it always leaves hard..
The shadows of “should be”..
Are the ghosts haunting my heart..
You know it ain’t easy.. to travel this far..
The shadows of “could be”..
Are the ghosts that live in the dark..
Haunting my heart…
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