I've known you since I realised my life was my own,
but deep down I felt my decisions were partly yours.
You locked me in that prison called rib cage.
Left me on the ground in the rain of sorrow.
While feeding of the rage you turned againts my soul.
but beacon of friendly light brought me Hope,
Lighted up your darkness And pierced your veil,
Blinding bright, but heart felt released of my jail.
I saw my life and how you turned it into a wreck.
Now I am on stairway to purity, with the surface of darkness chained to my leg.