Samuel

Looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking up,
Looking down,

I can’t see too far in any direction,
I want to spit when I see my reflection,
I walk around aimlessly,
While before I frolicked in the hills shamelessly,
Now all I feel is pain and frustration,
It’s as if I’m the sole target of Satan’s invasion.

Looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking up,
Looking down,

The armies seem to surround my weathered tent,
So I cry to my God and repent,
But every time I overcome one demon,
Another rears its ugly head despite the season,
All I see in my future is the same disease,
So I pray as I fall on bloodied knees.

Looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking up,
Looking down,

My path seems to be mapped out before me already,
All they say I have to do is bear the storm and keep my feet steady,
What if they are wrong?
What if I wasn’t meant to march to the beat of their song?
They say just pass this final test,
They say their older and they know what’s best.


Looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking up,
Looking down,

I’m prayin’ that I’ll make the right choice,
So when I’m older and I look back I can rejoice,
But I can’t see where I’m to go,
So I’m asking for you to help me; O carpenter apprentice of Joe,
I think I’ll walk down the path of right,
Even if that path has more of a bight.

So I’m looking back,
Looking forward,
Looking left,
Looking right,
Looking down,
Looking up...