Chance

As time reloads.

The circuits are cut wide open;

and

I am just another ghost. 

What if I am just another

world you; throw out.

 And the world is a playground

we can't explore any longer. 

Is innocence really gone?

When you throw out your halo.

Or is heaven over rated?

And all leaders fall.

But all leaders lead. 

And like sheep follow.

 Only to blame the shepherd.  

But it doesn't make the just just.

And it doesn't make the bold bold.

Only makes it; that the dead bury the dead.
And you have to place this on me.