The Wanderer
Shawn Milke
A few prisms of glass offer litter comfort in the blackness.
The desolate emptiness drinking every last drop of life that's left in me.
I pray for absolution, let me return to the path of a tempting lie.
Lead me towards the light.
Truly I've run awry.
My compass is spinning in the shadows.
It's funny how we believe the things that we tell ourselves to.
And our hearts simply follow.
I pray for absolution, let me return to the path of a tempting lie.
Lead me towards the lights.
I pray for the absolution, let me return to the path of a tempting lie.
Lead me towards the light.