Mettle

by Brad Parrish

Sometimes it's awful hard to tell

Which way steers clear of hell

Sometimes it's awful hard to see

Which way's opposite the gallows tree

There comes a time when it's tough to look back

There comes a time when it's tough not to lose track

So when your out there on your own

When your wasted and your mind's blown

Get on your feet and clear your head

Cuz if ya don't they'll rip you apart and shoot you dead

Tighten your fists and open your eyes

Don't be the victim who falls to the earth and dies

Sometimes it hurts to say

That your without a prayer to pray

Sometimes it hurts to say

That your nights never see the light of day

There comes a time when it burns inside

There comes a time when you think of those that died

So when your out there own your own

When your faded and all alone

Gather your gear and load your guns

Cuz' if ya don't you'll be the one who runs

Raise your swords towards the sky

Don't be the victim whose lovers scream n' cry

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