My heart, broken by the overuse of my pride;
Stabbing you with a rage that I myself do not know I hide.
This road I walk, a warzone of the spirits above and below;
Please, help me with this defeat, take this rope from me now!
I meant not to bring dismay, these thoughts are not mine.
Bound by chains, though not seen; I am not fine.
Free my soul! O Father who art…
Take my tribulations, bring them to their end
Destroy them at the start,
Let something grow again.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
My heart, broken by the overuse of my pride;
Stabbing you with a rage that I myself do not know I hide.
This road I walk, a warzone of the spirits above and below;
Please, help me with this defeat, take this rope from me now!
I meant not to bring dismay, these thoughts are not mine.
Bound by chains, though not seen; I am not fine.
Free my soul! O Father who art…
Take my tribulations, bring them to their end
Destroy them at the start,
Let something grow again.
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