How often do I forget that I’m in prison,
Bound and in chains,
By a devouring monster,
That eats up anything good it sees.
The monster hates change,
The monster doesn’t reason.
All the monster wants is what it visions.
How often do I forget that I’m in prison,
That I’m not supposed to feel,
Nor have any emotions, neither a say.
Else, with the monster comes nagging,
A scarring roar to keep me at bay.
How often do I forget that I’m in prison,
A place where people see no good,
Evil surrounds us, everybody’s own hell,
They laugh and scorn like they have no sins,
Because behind that laughter lies, a sadness within.
Now I remember that I’m in prison,
A quite temporary one that too.
A one that reminds me,
Of my primary faults too.
Had I known sooner, had I taken people’s warnings.
But what can a burnt soul do,
When it has gone through so much harm.
The only thing that is left to do is take on His Arm!
