Dead End Road

A dead end road is what leads me to my field of dreams where I stand before you.

Cheering pretended

Bleachers abandoned

But my score, high in hopes of winning the game, the forsaken

 

The crowd roars as to buy their redemption

A once followed path now condemned.

 

Play by play, I choke upon the opportunities washed away,

As if I never had passed judgment before.

The rightfully accused now freed and walking. 

Chained by my commitment I bear a cross that falls.

 

Oh my Pilot stand up for what is right through this enduring fight.