Springs of redemption washes my thoughts
Towards the reaper as I fall deep within his wrath
Reminiscing with a little boy who saw his mother ghost
Closing his blinds for his mother was only lost
Deep within the egde of the glass she stumbles and fumbles
Laying cursed blessing upon her love as she mumbles
Words of forsaken knowledge for she was never wise
Changing my reality brought me towards my enemies allies
Towards the egde of the glass I stumbles and fumbles
Laying cursed blessing through my grumbles
Recollecting where have I played this tape before as my memories bind
Through my foggy past I stare through the blind
Seeing my past self watching as she fell from grace
Seeing what I've become, an angel whom lost his race a little too late
If you are reading this I'll be on the highway lest I'll be too late to meet my fate.
©karmascars
K