Our fears are a jail but our dreams are the key to open that jail.

i'd love to die but
i'd also just love to be loved.
guess i'll wait a little while longer
for things to get better.

Tonight I have my own demons to face
As he stands; asks mercy of grace
Would he repent?
Where would he be sent?
Would he have forgiven me?
If this all he could see?
Would he have love for me?
If he saw all that I do be
Am i not just like him,
Do I not commit the very same sins
Flesh of my flesh
With which I am blessed
Soul of my Soul
Maybe now he'll be whole