The Grand Confusion

I'm moving on There's nothing left for me in a place like this I saw my motives slowly turn to stone And walls that would surround me And all I wanna do is smash them down Pave a march of shame Where no one stops to mourn a roses dust It drifted into the wind that blows against this narrow beaten path Trying not to let my weakness show Blood and tears flow freely on the soil Fortifying footprints on the past Pointed to a future much like this To trace the Grand Confusion of wasted strength fighting gale force winds Resisting forward progress for fools on fault lines dug so very deep Agony and Irony as one No one knows the difference when I'm done Love me in your lust to meet my fate Lose me and your trust upon my grave Hear the call Embrace the mystery of answered prayer Like the wheel barrels down the slope into the darkest depths I'm in over my head from sea to sky Back to the march of shame Where broken bones are gravel on the path To lift the heavy hearts Forsaken generations yet to come