If I knew the way to your hell
would I follow your muddy footsteps
to save you from your destruction?
I hear the chorus clapping their hands
to the rhythm of the hymn –
A hymn streaming through the stained glass windows
reaching out to sinners like you
and me
Yeah, I’m a sinner too
But I can still fool everyone with my angel face
and glistening smile
Like a functioning alcoholic I can live the life
of a sweet mother with good children
while harboring the same cauldron of stone-cold anger
and sadness killing you
So, I stand at an impasse
Do I let you go or fight for you?
Sometimes a closed door stays closed
no matter how many times bloodied fists pound on it
Sometimes you can yell and scream
and all you will hear is the echo of your own pain
So, my dear sister,
I leave the door open and unlocked
The decision is yours
StoryGirl 