Seeking solace
in the impenetrable fortress that I built
Only for the walls to be pierced
by the arrows of my own guilt

Can anybody really differentiate
between the truth and the lies?
Is our failure to do so
the reason we resort to temporary highs?

Deep down I know, my true Love
looks down upon me from the skies
I just hope in my silence
He could hear my prayers and my cries.

If you awake to news
that I have died in the morn
Be still
Don't cry, don't mourn

No need for you to get down on two knees,
all I ask for is a little prayer
And remember me for my good deeds
so I can be prepared to meet my Maker