On This Path

A pathway to death
A certain way to hell
But you dance with glee
And watch your star go dim

You’re certain of regret
Returning thoughts of the dances
And the missing chances
To make things right
Fills your heart with sorrow
Makes you hate tommorow

Along this path
You find it hard
To live in the dark
As you do in the light

Along this way
It feels like climbing a hill of crutches
To live in the day
As you do in the night

It’s hard to keep the great art
Given by the heavenly artist.

On this path
You give swords and thorns
To the ones you love

Love and roses
To the ones draining love’s strength
The ones who smile at you
But tear you to pieces
In the depth of their heart

Along this path
You hold on to empty bottles
With all your strength
A time of thirst will come
You hope to drink from a bottle

On this path
The empty bottles pull you
Like beautiful tombstones
The attraction takes the light of your body and soul

On this path
The goldfield seem like a wasteland
You fail to find the strength
To dig into depths
That hold the wealth you seek
Because you never thought of its need

If you ever walk
If you ever crawl
Ever fall
On this path
Strive to get the stregth
Strive to do your best
To say goodbye
To this path.