Ali Whitton
A Failed Attempt At Something Worth Saying
If I don't die before my timeIf I don't cross that narrow lineIf my pain never exceeds my methods of copingThen be this not a prophecyA warning or a stale heartbeatBut a failed attempt at something worth sayingTo follow my heart is the best that I can doThrow caution to the wind and let it blusterTo leave my future in the hands of vile thievesIs like leading a lamb to the slaughterI know some friends they don't believeThat what I write and what I feelWalk hand in hand just like the way we used toThere's people who discard my hurtThey say Come on boy, I've been through worseTheir apathy builds shame for what I'm missingTo follow my heart is the best that I can doThrow caution to the wind and let it blusterTo leave my future in the hands of vile thievesIs like leading a lamb to the slaughterTo follow my heart is the best that I can doThrow caution to the wind and let it blusterTo leave my future in the hands of vile thievesIs like leading a lamb to the slaughter
From Letras Mania