Murder Mysteries

Better to have not yet seen
Better to have not yet been
In this the world and all its winding schemes
Sometimes it makes me stop and think

Will I ever go back home again
I dont want to see this place amen
My world of mine has gone astray
Sometimes it makes me stop and think

One more time to make it home
From this freezing world of soil and toil
I'm building the frozen road of bones

laying down late at night
Staring at my empty bed
While laying down late at night
Old blankets wrapped around my head

I have to hang my head in pain
Will i see my children again
I always hang my head in pain
Will i see my wife again

One more time to make it home
From this freezing world of soil and toil
I'm building the frozen road of bones



Credits
Writer(s): Bruce Callaway
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