The Song

The passings through this life
Is a maze of golden thorns
So straight and narrow
We could not be a scorned
On my knees I pray too long
But I'm challenged by the sting that's so wrong
A blessing, no, they wouldn't think so
Well I close my eyes to become
The Song
The Song
The Song
The angels speak to me
Thoughts of you are what would be
But the shadows they seem so right
Their wings are dirty white
Think I'll pass, pass them by before I'm lovin or livin a lie
On my knees I pray too long but I'm
Challenged by the sting that's so wrong
A blessing, no, they wouldn't think so
Well I close my eyes to become
The Song
The Song
The Song
The Song