Who’s to say
that things can’t change
that the world can’t sway
My way?
Who’s choice is it to make
when you need to save face
need to embrace
My way?
Forward yesterday
always in a chase
on the grind to find a solid base
for My way…
Are you willing to pay
the price it may take
to keep the bridge without breaks
from My way?
It;s a constant race
at society’s pace
to stay from under the haze
of My way…
A needle in the hay
is what this assimilates!
Is it all worth the wait
for My way?
An afterthought of love saved
Remembrance of that dreaded grave
Disillusioned from the gripping pain
of My way…
