My faults are my own
And I know full well
That the sins I’ve committed
Will give me to hell.
But I lament the man I am
The person who’s in this skin
Became a man so tarnished
That not even I would give amend.
How is God going to deal with this?
How is God going to restore this ruin?
This man I hate so much yet became
And sin considered my even!
(my) Call to Anguish
My deepest felt sorrow
The likes of shame and misery
Are what wait for me tomorrow
A light in the distance
Too far for my idol hands
So I lie here …
So I lie!
(I am not what I was,
I am not where I am suppose to be.
God I don’t have your heart or your burden.
I’ve wanted it easy.
I just wanted to be happy.
But I’m the furthest from happy a man can be!
I sit and I wait for you
But that train won’t let me on!
It’s not that I’m late for its arrival
It just never seems to stop!
It goes on and on in its frightful speed
Until it’s finally gone! ! !
…it’s gone for good…
…I’m done with this…
I’m done with this façade of a life!
Like a serpent shedding skin,
I’ll leave this shell of a body;
To at least see your gates
Where somewhere inside…is You.)