Between the lines of hollow faiths,
I offer my mind to the saving grace.
Of empty words and bitter lies,
I spend my time searching for subtle signs.

Between the lines of tempting truths,
I offer my soul to the saving grace.
Bless this child whose heart is pure,
To avoid the grasps of those impure.

Between the lines of meaningless deaths,
I offer my body to the saving grace.
Give me strength to escape this hold,
That of which had been mistaken for a passionate embrace.

Between the lines of the words untold,
I offer my self to the great unknown.