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escort me to my grave 
Hope my ghost float high, I'm your eyes through the maze
I'm your guide, not a god, nothing short of a slave
But I see the horizon,

The starlit sky offered bearing My escort through the night When heavens darkened it dimmed my way and deprived of my guiding light  I must find my

He walked into the temple
Like so many times before
But this time would be different
The Holy Spirit was his escort
This simple man was humbled
To be

Damn the Defiant!

Johnny Burnette

The Best of Johnny Burnette: You're Sixteen

1992

Called for headstruck daughters but for all the good men too 
Out to sail this morning, Italy was her destiny 
To escort back a convoy that was helpless

really like what you thought (nah)

Of course theres more doors to this (yeah)

I’ ll escort you thru like morpheus

Lets orbit this there’s more to this

on the Eastside... right
What they know about that Watts Super Bowl, man
Locke and Jordan, we needed an escort to get to that muthafucka man... Ha-Ha right
Here

try to close in, they try to ram it, set it afire, and cripple it as much as possible
This stately vessel is shielded by a flotilla escort. Winds

home?
But isn't that just home?

I could give birth on this earth to an empty vessel,
Watch passive light pass by
and blink as the spectrum wrestles