Lines of powder hit the nose,so I guess I'm killing
time
Grey skies and mountain's of regret seems like I always climb
Took the fork outta the road and took the "High Road "
Misery and Anger my house of pain always showed
A Guardian Angel some prayers mixed with luck is how I
survived
My first brush of death was before I even arrived
Please God help a fallen Angel screaming his
prayers
Most demons I've dealt with you only hear about in
nightmares
Looking to the sky when will I finally wake up on the right side of
the bed
Because this journey through life has been rocky like a
riverbed
©droneking
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