I got myself in my own hand
because my soul demands redemption,
but the darkness has my attention.
I want to live for life.

But in strife I fight
the night through hidden fears and mistakes
made day after day.
I see the problem
but stay the same.

I have the solution,
a perfect blueprint but
no resolution is there.
I think, even though it's going,
it's not going well.

And if I don't make a choice,
I am going to hell.
And if you know me
and you know me well you should know:
I love them some
and respect them well.

So call me home and take the print,
given better ideas when I get bored.
Tell me your will and I will
work with the feel.
Tell me your words
and I'll make sure they get heard.
Bring me the burden of you.