LOST
Sometimes I cannot help but to remember what I ‘ve lost.
There is no music playing as I examine the cost.
So many things await me. Sins I will one day answer for.
My soul is mostly black & yet I sold it like a whore.
I did not do it because I was in a dire need.
I walk my own path . In the End it’s me who will bleed.
I have so many choices; Y et my hands seem bound.
Somewhere on this road I’ve become lost. I need to be found.
My choices seem reckless. Bordering [to you ] almost insane.
I died a long time ago, darlin’ . You see the shell that remains.
Like a lost treasure I am hard to find…So true.
I walk through Hell in my travels. All ask is……Will you?
