Word to the weary

Every chance ive been given ive ridden to the ground

Every glance thats forbidden ive hidden and stayed round

All the goals that uphold my morals, ive traded for smaller forums

And every love put above the subject always objects to my decorum

See ive tried and ive failed, whispered and wailed only to sail my ship back to start

And now my heart isnt cold or hard its numb enough to pardon the afflictions against the life ive torn apart

I must look ahead but instead i cower and what towers over me is my own hypocrisy

Cause i say one thing and sing a different tune and my doom are the ruins layed atop of me

Life is a gift , a rift in the timeline of your and only your desire to win or start again

To sin is but human , to love is divine but the way you spend your time measures prudence.

Listen well, take heed 

Learn to love, reject greed

Heavens close, its at your door 

If you fall, best fall forward.