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 in the fast lane I didn't notice I just had to make it Head down, nose to the grindstone; the kiss of life placed on my brow kept sliding to the ground and lies 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, to 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 though sand and never finding....Promised Land Preaching from the floor again the same old sad song "Bartender...bring another drink for their favorite son." Where did it all go wrong I feel like I'm dying Here's to love. Here's to hate, to promises and the Promised Land lies.

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