Shadows

Though two voices speak from the same sad tongue,
the message is clear from old to young.
It's time to start, just open the door
'cause the same old thing won't do no more.

For I've traveled down the wicked way
and I've heard what the wise men have to say.
To pray for that which that cannot be,
is a sin itself and that i see.

I've traveled 'round and heard men speak
of the strength of god and the woe of weak,
but I try my best to make my name.
I seek my bounty in god's best fame.

But the uninspired will stay that way,
no matter the facts we love to say.
The shadows are all they choose to see
In the wicked way they chose to be.