rebuild

When the lights grow dim and appetite thin
the hawnting memories of my travesties begin
the wrong choice long force the hand to move
Love will you be there?

To move forward
Never looking back, never loosing track
from the black a blinded attack
leaves me battered and bruised
the open wounds of feeling used
stem from a few new issued truths

tearing at the seams seemed splendid
capture the caption, Candid
Be sure the lights turn me to stone
Chisel and cut from me some perspective
hown the skill with a new directive
Changing the mold reheat the coaled
furnice, tampering the blade,
new to the business and learning the trade
Shorten or lengthen fix the width and style
Cut out your path in life until you die