Violet

When the truth it comes out Will you be around? At the end of the road Will you see where we have to go? Days winding by through the pictures on my shelf I live with the lies, that I tell myself Can I hang on strong, for awhile to your voice We are here and are gone and I pray just like a boy I will call your name like I used to long ago How could it change when we shake hands old, and grown A father's scale traded for the righteous path to share That untouchable crusade I learned to follow and uncare When the truth it comes out Will you be around? At the end of the road Will you see where we have to go?