Stained glass youth
with broken down fears.
Sitting in the steeple
of my forgotten years.

Sins were injected
by devilish desires.
Sitting in the box,
extinguishing my fires.

Crying with conviction,
bursting out with hate.
Release your grip on me,
this is not my fate.

Victory is mine,
it is almost done.
Black clouds soon arrived,
where it all begun.

Why did you come back?
and haunt me everyday.
What more do you want?
How much more do I pay?

You turned out my lights,
put me into sleep.
Tucked me down below,
wrapped me in a sheet.

My stained glass youth was shattered,
colors all smeared.
No longer will I remember
all my forgotten years.