The Wanderer

A few prisms of glass offer litter comfort in the blackness
The desolate emptiness drinking every last drop of life thats left in me

I pray for absolution, let me return to the path of a tempting lie
Lead me towards the light

Truly Ive run awry
My compass is spinning in the shadows
Its funny how we believe the things that we tell ourselves to
And our hearts simply follow

I pray for absolution, let me return to the path of a tempting lie..
Lead me towards the lights
I pray for the absolution, let me return to the path of a tempting lie..
Lead me towards the light