My path is just as straight
My sight, just as clear
There nothing to stand between
The end I see from here
I will not lay in pieces
My heart upon my sleeve
The vultures come a' circling
Can't have their way with me
I took each breath and whisper
And trapped them in a cage
Sifted through the pieces
Turned loose, my hurt and rage
Now, I've patched up all the wounds
And I tried to mend the fences
But the bridges keep on burning
They're fueled by false pretenses
There's nothing left to salvage
But it's fine, I'll be okay
With no bridges left between us
To cross another day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem