• Since the day that I woke
    I dreamed of coming around
    Now I'm straying along the road
    And I am homebound

    Forgetting everything that comes
    Along with my life
    Things that slice my only words,
    Cuts them like a knife.

    Would I just move on my own?
    Would I just pretend?
    Would something happen around me
    That could change the end?

    Does everything cease to live?
    Is this where I fail?
    Would I continue down the path
    To hell and to jail?

    Or is an angel watching,
    Watching over me?
    Saving me from what refuses
    To always be seen?

    I guess that I'm trying to think
    How to spend the years.
    Do I worship them with laughs,
    Or do I drown in tears?