Taking steps back
I found my way home

It's time that I lack
Bare down to my bone

If this is my path
Let it not be my own

These crowns that I cast
As I run to The throne


Amen

And they're not fond of me.

My fury is cold and weeping
My hatred is remorse and sorrow full
My will, though broken is fixed
Only part of me is beautiful.
The broken bits and pieces you find yourself in.

Because I'm not beautiful

This
And
That

But it wouldn't mean a thing
From me

Is but mere moments