A ways

A gun away from killing.
A dad away from prison
A period away from sentences the judge is giving
A tear drop way from sadness
A mom away from family
A step away from heaven, Where the hell is your direction
A mark away from questioning A wronger way to write
A balance check away from contemplating suicide
A ways away from life
You still haven't met the reaper though
In a way you know you still got a ways to go
Ya pictures in that paper
They say hey way to go
You open up your heart in hopes they'd keep those cases closed

Knight in shinning armor
But you would rather gold
Pen is like king Arthur
But you can't write no more

Knight in shinning armor
But you would rather gold
Pen is like king Arthur
But you can't write no more