Shambles
I've rambled roads just to scramble outside in the cold and living in Shambles preambles what's told of wretched and heartached in fables of old where the actor just fails to carry the load But I pick myself up and I'll turn the next bend where one road begins, they say, another does end and the last thing I wanted was to be here again but the first steps the hardest in the midst of the rain My worries don't fade with the shade of the clouds and the voices speak loudest when they come from my mouth but I wouldn't seek shelter from meancing doubts cause the voice seeks the choice that I'm worried about But I pick myself up and I'll turn the next bend where one road begins, they say, another does end and the last thing I wanted was to be here again but the first steps the hardest in the midst of the rain So in shambles I scramble for the thick of the storm but the shadow in the distance takes a meancing form and I searching for blue skie...