If I don’t die before my time   If I don’t cross that narrow line   If my pain never exceeds my methods of coping   Then be this not a prophecy   A warning or a stale heartbeat   But a failed attempt at something worth saying      To follow my heart is the best that I can do   Throw caution to the wind and let it bluster   To leave my future in the hands of vile thieves   Is like leading a lamb to the slaughter      I know some friends they don’t believe   That what I write and what I feel   Walk hand in hand just like the way we used to   There’s people who discard my hurt   They say “Come on boy, I’ve been through worse”   Their apathy builds shame for what I’m missing      To follow my heart is the best that I can do   Throw caution to the wind and let it bluster   To leave my future in the hands of vile thieves   Is like leading a lamb to the slaughter      To follow my heart is the best that I can do   Throw caution to the wind and let it bluster   To leave my future in the hands of vile thieves   Is like leading a lamb to the slaughter