CROSS ROADS
The Prophet cries to come out of me
but he struggles with his other side
the writer tries, tries to be free
to say whats on his mind internally
the good side denies the evil thing
the evil resists the good to win
caught between the balance of decision
walking a road with no real direction
carrying a load with no rest, my test
to figure out which side of me is best.
THIS EVIL THING
This evil thing is worrying I wish it would not be
I try to hide this evil thing, this evil thing in me
what is this evil thing refusing to leave me alone
I try not to take a blame but I feel it is my own
This evil thing I fight it, I fight it with all I have
I really hate this evil thing right now I feel like giving in
to this evil thing which wont let me do good
the good I envision to do
When I speak this evil thing is coming back its true
This evil thing comes, this evil thing goes
I get my self prepared
Im afraid this evil thing is taking over
and that is what I've feared.
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