March-22-1998 Trisha M. Barrek-Hopkins |
I. I stand on the top of the bridge Unrecognize the dark valley below I look far in the distance i see the ridge The place that i crave and need to go II. As i start into the valley of the unknowing One i know that many have traveled before By the same path as i follow now in the showing And i pass the bodies left behind Ones so unrecognizable you can ignore And the spirits i may find All this horror in my mind i can not help but to store The doing to these bodies is something below kind III. I see the evidence of the battles And know of the markings That have become of those before me And now i see the leftover of death Wondering if any of us will get free IV. Above me the light of promise To reach the ridge of destiny Will mean for internal happiness And life with no end V. It is were my spirit ends Giving my soul away My life to god i send Something different people say But it has come to me To this day I set my heart free VI. As i walk with no power to run The branches are against me And all of the darkness of hell Never knowing when ill see the sun They reach for me and i must resist The fear i have no one i can tell No person is pissed VII. As i reach the foot of the hill That i must reach i find no path but down No understanding from those people To the point that i have reached I give up tring I tried to preach But my only way is to go on dying copyright |