In my mind I can imagine panacea for my poison. My bruised and ravaged body crashes up upon the shore. Sin leaks from all these wounds, and my friends abandon ship As I float off to forever with deaths kiss upon these lips. And I never asked for nothing, and that's just what i got if my pride dies before i do as I fall I might be caught. I wasted all my days chasing things that can't be seen. As I come into your presence, now I know what humble means.
I wrote this after reading the Parable of the prodigal son