Lost in the cold cage
Bars of turmoil's steel.
Strangled and trapped
with pain to heal.
A place where I lie
With no safe way out.
Tempted and charmed
by the roots of self-doubt.
An offspring of bloom
from the original tree-
Ashen scars burn
in a soul set free.
A struggle within
Running with sin
He will not win
I will begin
Again.
Journey of three
Through mud puddles of good
And molasses bridges
Of age-rotten wood.
Heart's pure intentions
Pave the road to hell.
Two unaware souls
Cross paths traveled well.
Chains of confusion
Bind knowledge of right.
Our spirits shake hands
With the constant fight.
They struggle within.
Run from the sin.
He will not win.
The new will begin
Again.
No fool's cretins
Question where it began.
First lies kiss lips
of pure woman and man.
Holy metamorphasis-
Love, dust and bone.
Evil serpent appeared
And caught her alone.
Perfect tongue poisoned
With the fruit of his charm.
Tears of gloom's laugh
Water the tree of harm.
A taste of his tears
We conquer the fears
With faith we'll win.
And begin again.
Again.