I can't rise
to ask for forgiveness
nor can I fall
to redeem myself
Savoir, savior,
I asked for an end,
Condemn me
to the depths of hell
Place a crown,
crown of thorns
on top of my head
I asked for an end
A one that's pitch black
A one where the sun
Rises no more
But you, who
do not even own a name
Told me to, 'Live, '
'Live to redeem,
live and be forgiven'
I can't rise
to ask for forgiveness
nor can I fall
to redeem myself
Grasped my hand
And pulled me up
On my feet;
We walked on
never once we stopped,
We walked on
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