They say I should go to church,
Sit myself down and give my soul a search.
Find out my true worth,
The reason I'm still here on Earth.
Wash my hands of all the dirt,
Stow away the pain and hurt.
Start a new life: one I've never had,
Be a part of this never-ending fad.
Pray the Lord my soul to keep,
The soul my demons won't fail to reap.
Eternally tortured,
Risen from the forbidden orchard.
Merely a bad seed,
No man would ever need.
Some days I see the rain,
Some days I see the sun.
Never feeling satisfied,
With my blessings I should feel gratified.
In the rows of flowers; between far and few,
Shaded by darkness; the shadows under pews.
The light doesn't reach me,
The rays may never teach me.
I'm losing hope,
Slipping from faith's rope.
On my way down I grasp the last knot,
Holding on tightly to the only thing I've got.
Be my saviour, my guiding prayer,
Don't let me go; to you, my heart will bare.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
They say I should go to church,
Sit myself down and give my soul a search.
Find out my true worth,
The reason I'm still here on Earth.
Wash my hands of all the dirt,
Stow away the pain and hurt.
Start a new life: one I've never had,
Be a part of this never-ending fad.
Pray the Lord my soul to keep,
The soul my demons won't fail to reap.
Eternally tortured,
Risen from the forbidden orchard.
Merely a bad seed,
No man would ever need.
Some days I see the rain,
Some days I see the sun.
Never feeling satisfied,
With my blessings I should feel gratified.
In the rows of flowers; between far and few,
Shaded by darkness; the shadows under pews.
The light doesn't reach me,
The rays may never teach me.
I'm losing hope,
Slipping from faith's rope.
On my way down I grasp the last knot,
Holding on tightly to the only thing I've got.
Be my saviour, my guiding prayer,
Don't let me go; to you, my heart will bare.
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