Across the Fences


Weak and spent, this lonely road frays my soul
Let ash fade to skin, mask places I've been
The faith I have comes with a heavy toll
But I've paid my dues, fled from death and sin.

My footsteps leave no trace for them to see
And this body, alive, cost more than said
This blood is valued at a lavish fee
But since that night, I feel as good as dead.

Chains they tear now make haste as my fate's sealed
A prisoner of myself, wrists are bound
Craving strength, you know my need to be healed
My words tremble as they're driven in ground.

If you were here, these chains I could break through
I hope you know I'm doing this for you.

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