My clothes are tattered
my hair disheveled
I drag myself ahead
my back bent
and head down with shame
I failed
I failed
I told myself I would never falter again
yet again...
my clothes are covered
with the filth of my sins
my life i feel
is sold to the devil
wounds gushing everywhere
i feel the pain
i want to straighten
yet i do not have the strength
how did i become like this
why did i become like this
am i really so weak
that i cannot control my own destiny?
life moves on
and as i look ahead
i see the dark clouds
the menacing lighting
and the thundering thunder
and i am so desperately
trying to find that ray of sunshine
that will let me know
i will be OK
i will repent
and i will be forgiven
and i will do good once again
and atone my sins...
Thursday, May 01, 2008
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