The Walls
I walked many miles thinking about my life
Prepared for any potential spiritual fight
Passed alleyways and graffiti covered walls
Reading words from different spirits,wretched sinners with talented scars
The way we humans express ourselves
What brings us joy as we think about hell
Once we were all broken some of us still are
Remains of a body beaten up from a hammers mark
The old tale you might win you might lose
Whos there? is it me or is it the 1930's blues
Miles in one walk cushioned shoes wont help
Ill wait and pray a minute was a wise mans given stealth
We walk this earth still searching for answers
As every soul doesnt want to die from the devils cancer