Texty: Lex Zaleta. Small Traces Of Truth. I Walk a Time.

I walk a time upon this earth,
Caught here between a painful birth
And a most unpleasant death.
I cannot, will not charge ahead,
Cannot choose to retreat instead;
I'm here to get my money's worth.

Calvary, O Calvary,
You're a place of peace and pardon.
Calvary, O Calvary,
Just a stone's throw from the garden.

I walk a time throughout this land,
With measured stride and pen in hand,
Stopping only to catch my breath.
Won't travel down a dead-end street;
I refuse to admit defeat.
I'm here to get my money's worth.


Calvary, O Calvary,
You're a place of peace and pardon.
Calvary, O Calvary,
Just a stone's throw from the garden.

I walk a time and then I'm gone;
I kiss the ground I walk upon.
I kneel down here in Nazareth;
Drop one sweet prayer at the manger.
Steering clear of present danger,
I'm here to get my money's worth.

Calvary, O Calvary,
You're a place of peace and pardon
Calvary, O Calvary
Just a stone's throw from the garden