Sitting at the crossroads
I wonder how’d I get here?
With head in hand and crying
‘cause I’m filled with great despair.
Soaring at the crossroads
Demon, bon mot arranging,
“Take the road that you know well,
no sense in ever changing.”
Kneeling at the crossroads
Angel, woefully she pleas
“That path, you know, just brings tears,
do not listen to that beast.”
Sitting at the crossroads
I question my existence
Do I take the new road or
the one of least resistance?
Set’ling at the crossroads
Demon, his evil dripping,
taunts me, grinning ear to ear,
with all my mental slipping
Kneeling at the crossroads
Angel says, “Pay him no mind,
God will always love you, so
leave your past mistakes behind.”
Sitting at the crossroads
I am not sure what to do
All my ill deeds forgiven?
Surely that cannot be true.
Standing at the crossroads
Demon, devil that I know,
he lies to me, but still has
those familiar hands to hold
Kneeling at the crossroads
Angel calls to me with grace,
“Life is full of ebb and flow;
you will always find your place.”
Sitting at the crossroads
I’m focusing on her words
and cease to hear the static
I no longer feel unnerved
Stumbling at the crossroads
Demon squints his dull, black eyes
‘cause now I’ve found my way and
it will lead to his demise
Standing at the crossroads
Angel takes me by my hand
“Trust, God will navigate you
and guide you through this great land.”
Standing at the crossroads
I have fin’ly found solace,
for the “what ifs” have faded
My future’s full of promise