I believed,
But found the time for doubting.
He made no sound,
I heard the Devil shouting.

I wanted peace,
I did not want the glory.
I walked into Hell,
And now I tell my story.

I sing a sad song,
I did not write the music.
I find sad words
Waiting-just inside my mind.

I played my part,
But seldom did I choose it.
I held a gun,
I did not want to use it.

Call it fate or destiny-
By either name, it troubles me.

And now,

If you should look into my eyes,
By chance you just might see
A sad, sad soul that sheds its tears,
Yet lets its heart go free.

And in between the two of them
If you should read my mind,
You'll know that the soul still sheds its tears,
For deeds left far behind.

But if you see the eagle there,
Then don't ignore the dove,
For now that all the killings done
There's nothing left but love.


J.Miles