Good Intentions

They say the road to Hell Is paved with good intentions Golden bricks of 'meaning well' Slick stones of false intentions As we walk the winding path Grave-digging spades rest on shoulders Misunderstanding leads to wrath Spades to blades, leaves us colder There I see a lonesome pair "I didn't mean to break your heart" He whispers into heavy air Haunted by memory, thus he departs "One more for my moaning hordes!" The Devil cries, triumphant Sews the seed, hands out the swords Reaps regretful souls abundant Is there no hope for mortal Light? I cannot help but ask Where right is wrong and wrong is right It seems a pointless task They say the road to Hell Is paved with good intentions And we're just travellers who slipped and fell Down stairs of our own invention