Harder and harder my temperament fought

Until it fell still in the night


Sadder and sadder my heart had become

Relinquishing the fight


Freedom from this world of ours

Is wanted but not sought


To time travel through better days,

I act as I forgot


I’m trapped inside this bolted cage

But scared of what’s beyond


I spit what’s real, I swallow lies

Of which I’ve grown quite fond


Knowing full well what’s right and true

I shun my loving God


Looking at Him with hope for me

He’ll bless the path I trod


Looking at Him with fear for me

For what I have become


I hope that I will never see

The good that I’ve undone

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