Bona Fides

Is it faith that you fear when you compromise?

Are you cold and afraid that you can’t let go?

Fate unfolds her twisted frame, draws near, calling my name

I kneel before her infallible stain

Morbid silhouettes of my waking hour, bleeding all I am

Pilgrim of our race with a weary vision, justify my way

Morbid silhouettes of my waking hour, bleeding all I am

Pilgrim of our world hold this weary vision, just to find my way

Is it truth that disputes your faith in whole?

Does it point out who you are and what’s in store?

God is sought up in the sky and death has given me the eye

I cringe when it comes to pick sides

I can feel you even closer breathing down my neck

Is it time for me to go?

Go, get it done…