The scene was rather tragic
Lines were drawn in sands
Eyes were peering at one another
As if both were prey.
The fight costs more than lives
It cost my soul
Because that is what I bartered
For my life.
Years later I found myself lost
Wandering aimlessly towards a light
I swear was thousands of miles away.
But for lost I give my eternity
To the found I sell my heart.
Crosses bore another time
We didn’t actually part.
But for the grace of mercy
A tender and appropriate appeal
We got the better part of this endeavor
But man that was a terrible deal.
Time took the restraint from me
I lost, and I knew I had.
The better part of valor
Left me feeling quite bad.
Now I turn from nothing
My face, in the sun.
I’d tell you this was two or three
But it is a fight, of one.