I caress my scars*
and remember back afar....*
attacked in a fight
came out bloodied and bruised
I deserved that much
because him, I used.

attacked in battle
a piece of my soul I lost
sold good deeds to satan
death was surely the cost.

attacked in love
I could have died
instead I prayed
held my head above
tears of blood I cried.

I made a vow between
Him, this body, and myself
a piece of dignity I had left
broken, *****, and very low
"Lord, to the devils playground
will I never again go."