My End
Sailing to the promise land,
with America on my bow.
No family in my days,
seeing the smile on my grandpa's face.
Heaven isn't far away,
like emeralds of fantasy,
when I die I will have no memory,
I must have known so long ago,
it's all history.
Oh how the minds connect the sacrifice,
my child that I should have promised life to be.
Truth to the promises of an entire world,
was I born out of mistake?
That I should have become that sacrifice?
And why should you not be that sacrifice as well?
Sailing to the promise land,
with America on my bow,
I look down on the water,
and tears run down my face.
The greatness of a God not loved,
the empty hand without a heart,
could never come back,
even if you never returned.
I feel like my heart became Earth,
that without I would be in hell.
My End
My End
My End
Epiphone early 1960's Les Paul Reissue (SG Creme), 1992 Jackson Dinky, Applause Acoustic, Ibanez Bass, Casio CZ-5000, Digitech RP-350, Mackie 1604-VLZ3, M-Audio Fast Track, Behringer USB RCA Jack, Blue (Bluebird) Microphones,
