You fitted me with a beautiful lock, but left me without the key.
Took off and left me to search for all the things I never hoped to see.
A journey crocked and full of thorns always leaves a scar.
I missed all the warning signs but now I’ve gone too far.
I keep on praying for it to finally end,
this voice is whispering “just around the bend”.
So I hope that it’s possibly within my reach,
but what I’m hearing is the devil preach.
So in the darkness I hide and lose track of my path.
And in the search of light all I hear is the angels laugh.