Promised Land

Watching the sand fall
listening for the knock
upon my door
and waiting... for Promised Land

Standing neck deep in life
my ring of brass lay rusting on the floor
Is this all
Because it's not what I expected

Somewhere along the way
friends I once held close fled the fast lane
I didn't notice, I just had to make it
Head down, nose in the grindstone
the kiss of life placed on my brow
kept sliddin' to the ground
and now it's buried six feet under.

Preaching from the floor again
the same old sad song
"Bartender, bring another drink for their favorite son."

Where did it all go wrong?
What's the use in even holding on?
Here's to love, hate... and promises

Almost called it today
Turned to face "The Void"
numb with the suffering
and the question,"Why am I...?"
So many times I've tried and failed to
gather my courage, reach again for that nail
Life's been like
dragging feet through sand
and never finding Promised Land

Preaching from the floor again
the same old sad song
"Bartender bring another drink for their favorite song."
Where did it all go wrong
I feel like I'm dying
Here's to love, to hate
to promises and Promised Land lies.

shadowpynk ; 10:17 AM