My Way
I can see,
Plain as day,
The black pathway.
The way,
I must walk,
No time to talk.
A path,
Of knives spirals,
Of life and lazy whiles.
Hand,
In hand,
Death and I walk on the sand
He says,
Stay here,
I'll return, my dear.
So I,
Sit down,
In this sorrow town.
Fifteen years
I have,
Sat here, I have.
Sit with me,
Up the black path,
Warm yourself by the hearth.
Wait for me,
I'll follow the road,
And carry Death's load
Plain as day,
The black pathway.
The way,
I must walk,
No time to talk.
A path,
Of knives spirals,
Of life and lazy whiles.
Hand,
In hand,
Death and I walk on the sand
He says,
Stay here,
I'll return, my dear.
So I,
Sit down,
In this sorrow town.
Fifteen years
I have,
Sat here, I have.
Sit with me,
Up the black path,
Warm yourself by the hearth.
Wait for me,
I'll follow the road,
And carry Death's load