There is no turning back,
from this unending path of mine.
Serpentine and black,
It stands before my eyes.
To hell and back,
It will lead me once more,
It's all I have,
As I stumble in and out of grace.
I walk through the gardens
of dying light
And cross all the rivers
Deep and dark as the night
Searching for reasons
why time would pass us by...
With every step I take,
the less I k...