Please, forgive me, for I am lost and I am weak.   
Teach me patience so I may join the ranks of the meek  
and purge the tattered strings that bind my soul
so I may be loved and Love I may seek.

Bestow unto me a heart filled with light,   
so I may at last endure the journey of thy rite. 
I find myself choking on such pitiless Sin;
so please, I beseech Thee, aid me in my plight.

Oh Papa, though so far from the truth I may be, 
my tears show my yearning for Thy clarity                                                                                      Anaesthetize these poisons that sicken my spirit
so the ways of Thy grace may be instilled in me.

Yes, I’m unholy, but still I hope Thou shall
see how I implore for the courage to not want to flee
when I must wander the valley of the shadow of Death; 
I implore for faith that Thou shall be with me...      

We are the I Am and the Serenity Prayer is the key to the Christ within...

I've never really noticed ties                                                              
Unt­il that day I  saw those eyes  
                                                          ­      
See there are many kinds of ties   
with many different kinds of knots                                           
But some are worn to mask the eyes                                        
With slight-of-hand of wicked plots                                                

The worst I think, are clip-on ties              
Especially when it comes to bows                                    
Because the collar thinks it'll trick our eyes                          
From how far the sale of clip-ons go

Special colours, of Special ties     
don't fool those with Special eyes        
I see past the clip-on bow and suspenders     
And I hope I be proven wrong about his clip-on smile...

To cut a long story short, I wouldn't want him to be my neighbour...