Death be second to Truth
Collection:Confessions
What is life without its secrets?...
We might never know
We always seem to cry a river for sombre faces,
As we undoubtedly perish in corpsed cases,
Under the soil we came
We are all the same
Once these words are said
I see faces drenched in tears,
The truth seemingly being sharpened spears
Aimed at Your heart....
Giving an innocent child a sinners start
There on with the highest we part
Unwillingly bringing your darkest fears to life
Fully clothed you lie
Confessions,secrecy and guilt becoming a burden
For that you live promiscuously I'm certain
Ask your self under who's circustances will you die?
For once you run from the truth death be second
As I say...Sin after sin we follow
We start digging at our own sorrow
From that we have an uncertain tomorrow
I am just a poet
Who will journey on,
Being life's pawn,
For my truth is yours to read,
Only when you relate shall I be freed
What is life without its secrets?...
We might never know
We always seem to cry a river for sombre faces,
As we undoubtedly perish in corpsed cases,
Under the soil we came
We are all the same
Once these words are said
I see faces drenched in tears,
The truth seemingly being sharpened spears
Aimed at Your heart....
Giving an innocent child a sinners start
There on with the highest we part
Unwillingly bringing your darkest fears to life
Fully clothed you lie
Confessions,secrecy and guilt becoming a burden
For that you live promiscuously I'm certain
Ask your self under who's circustances will you die?
For once you run from the truth death be second
As I say...Sin after sin we follow
We start digging at our own sorrow
From that we have an uncertain tomorrow
I am just a poet
Who will journey on,
Being life's pawn,
For my truth is yours to read,
Only when you relate shall I be freed