Your delicate and beautiful soul caged up and forgotten
Like a prisoner on death row who's heart has gone rotten.
It tries to break through to a light amidst the dark
shining and true, would mean freedom for you.
You hold the lock but He holds the key
It's always you though, your own worst enemy.
Wall of protection, forcefield of fear
Will you ever let it crumble and allow yourself to feel?
Your soul so far away, so lost in space
people see you as just another face
He continues to wait for your acceptance
Wants to give you light and repentance.
unfinished
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