WHICH WAY TO GO.

Turning round to see myself

Is this all I know

A man came right up to my face

And whispered something low.

Is this another nail being placed

Or have I just been praised

How should I know

Which way to go.

Shadows forming everywhere

But I see the light

Why does that man stare at me

Is he wanting a fight?

Kindred spirit doesn’t fit

The jigsaw is binned

Blood is splattered everywhere

But who says I’ve sinned?