Teetering

standing on the edge. of faith...

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

The one to heaven paved in gold

And though I’ve never thought to buy

The things the priests and demons sold

I find myself at a crossroads

in a great and dusty wood

Where all the souls of the past

Must once have surely stood

I cannot go on forwards

And I do not know the way back

My soul is crumbling downwards

And then it all goes black

What random crazy world

Our faith for us provides

The one thing we aren’t sure of

As long as we survive.