Stories

Step by step I climb the mountain
Feel out the passage through the hills
Hot desert sun bakes down upon me
Strange words play tricks inside my head
I may not find my way to heaven
I may be on my way to hell
Still I try
I can’t just lay down and die
I have stories left to tell

Iron bars enslave my freedom
Hangman dances on my heels
This one room prison is an island
surrounded by the stench of fear
I may not find my way to heaven
I may be on my way to hell
Still I try I can’t just lay down and die
I have stories left to tell

Oh, the reaper has a hold of my soul
Will he sell it to a friend?
I’ll just keep on turning pages
Til I see how it ends

Inch by inch I crawl to heaven
Hot on my toes the fires of hell
With parched, chapped lips I beg forgiveness
For mortal sins I can’t undo
I may not find my way to heaven
I may be on my way to hell
Still I try
I can’t just lay down and die
I have stories left to tell