A Past Not My Own Poem by Moth Harris

Seeking redemption for a past not my own.
Speaking exemptions that contrast, I'm not alone.
Through my eyes I see the man standing in the mirror.
Knew the lies and pleas. I am demanding on my fear.
I see myself here, I see myself here.

My salvation will be my downfall, my happiness, and my truth.
This temptation it now calls. please yes, show me proof.
If I'm being watched from above, I know I am a good man.
If I'm seeing all of this love, I hold on to what I understand.
So just give me your hand, please, give me your hand.

You gave me my path, my course of life.
I gave you wrath, with a side of strife.
I ask for forgiveness, here and now.
This life I am seeing, disappeared somehow.