by Neil Rothwell

Created on: July 03, 2008

Home Alone

Were told we need to keep the faith
To keep the faith in what?
The devil sits upon my shoulder
Urging me to go

The sits beside him
Looking far away
The voice it whispers in my ear
Join him on the cross

Suspended high above them all
I look down to see
Blinded by the cloth they seek
Laughings all they get

Feeling free from it all
Tumbling like a child
The breeze it blows before my eyes
My life goes with it

The misery and the pain I did face
Some smiles here and there
Taken away with one swift blow
I tumble home, alone

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