Hurt At Gone

Gonna leave this life I known so long, Gon' shake my family tree
 Take the road less travelled on and take the spirit lead
 Make no prints to follow, Gon' leave no trace to track
 Hold no hope for him who stays, he won't be comin' back
 He may beg forgiveness before he asks for more
 Staring down into the eyes of the ghosts upon the floor
 When asked a simple question he stands waiting for a sign
 Waitin still, he never will
 Know what lies just beyond
 Numb regret, the sun will set 'fore he steps upon
 The Road to Gone
 Asked a man on his return "What is it lies ahead?"
 He muttered something under his breath rose up from souls undead
 "No words can ever know it, 'cept see it for his own,
 But Hell won't take no souls that bones bring willing into gone
 Life is for the living, boys never grow to men
 If they ain't got the will to take to Killing for a Stand
 'Cept at Gone your end will come from your own Killing hand
 Those who come will be undone, holding onto what they know
 Better men I'd of bet to win
 Turned cold within by the Hurt at Gone
 Those who stay will give away
 The Rites of Cleansing Raze
 To bend their backs in fallow fields with
 Men afraid to face
 The Hurt at Gone