The Symphony

Take to my conviction
A spirit of your religeon
As better days
Form force field rays
That build walls of contradiction
I locked my soul within
My bitter stone faced grin
And as I sit
Behind walls of shit
My head begins to spin
The days are growing colder
As chips fall from my shoulder
My memory shall linger
As I poke my tiny finger
Into the eyes of the beholder
Maybe I'll stay awhile
Sort life in single file
Sure ill probably loose
But i will always choose
To take it with a smile....