It's a troubled walk my friend
Each day brings old pain back again
Not one soul to console me
Not one road that they've shown me
I gotta find it on my own
And fight my demons and unearth gold
and love thy neighbor whence they scorn
Myself inside my chosen form
And see the truth
And know the lie
And see love's proof
In vacant eyes
I hate this path, I hate this road
All my wrath is God owed
He gave me life and watched me fake it
Burdened by truth I want to take it
Do you know where good has gone?
Where spoken morals carry on?
Where I could gain what I should know
And not bear gashes lined in rows?
Where I could hold my makings dear
And yet to others still be near?
Do you know what happened to
Everything the world told you?
Take my laughter, Take my tears
And give me back my early years
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