In shadows deep, where sinners tread.
A servant lost, his soul in dread.
He stumbles through the night so cold
A story whispered, seldom told.

His mind a battlefield of pain
Where echoes of the past remain.
A sheep, he seeks the Shepherd's grace.
Yet finds but darkness in its place.

The acid kiss, a fleeting high
a vulnerable, desperate cry.
He chases dreams that fade like mist
In hollow moments, lost, dismissed.

His heart, a vessel worn and weak
In silence, screams the word's he'd speak
Who am I now? What have I done?
The shadow cast beneath the sun.

He wanders through the maze of sin.
A battle fought, a war within
The sheep still seeks a shepherds hand.
A sinner's search for promised land.

In twilights glow, a tear descends.
A broken man who still defends
The remnants of his fractured soul,
His fragile heart seeks to be whole.

Through darkest nights, he fights to see.
The man he dreams he still could be.
For in his depths, a truth runs deep:
Even sinners, servants, and sheep can weep.