a short story about going home

For all the lies the wall has been told I need a sign, going off the road to home I count your tries, you still get it wrong The ties you made while I'm getting strung along You don't have to be so honest I don't want this on my conscious I had to count all the days on my way back to you Alone I don't want to pray God didn't stay in the heavens and I'm so afraid he got it all wrong So with all due respect to the noose around my neck Please cut the rope, I promise I don't want to die For all the lies the wall has been told I need a sign, going off the road to home I count your tries, you still get it wrong And the ties that you made while I'm getting strung along Alone