As the doubt about
the worthiness
Of my own mind
starts to creep in
And I starts to
Judge my own blunt
Nature...
When the only thing
Holding me back
From shattering
Into tiny little pieces
Is the small voice
In the back of my mind
Sounding awful
Similar to the words
Already spoken...
And the direct connect
That voice have
From my faith
To my soul
Is the thing
That helps me
Keep Finding
Something within me
To love again.