Time is ticking, off the clocknI’m stuck between concrete and rocknMy soul is burning, like the center of the sunnnAnd I believe, in that road less traveled bynSometimes I walk it, sometimes I let it slidenThose times I’m sliding, I don’t like what I’ve becomennTake a look in that well you call your soul, boynAre you in heaven or are you in hellnSometimes it seems that you’ve been, living by the wordnBut sometimes it’s hard to tellnnWe make our prisons, up in our mindsnThe key is always something that we just can’t seem to findnThe door is wide open, all you have to do is just walk right throughnnAnd I’ve seen oceans, in the eyes of my daughtersnThey make me want to walk upon the waternThe bill of righteousness, it must always ring truennTake a look in that well you call your soul, boynAre you in heaven or are you in hellnSometimes it seems that you’ve been, living by the wordnBut sometimes it’s hard to tell