Even on a cloudless day
You won't let me live,
I need you
and yet I dare to deny it.
Dear God forgive me,
I am a sinner, washed away on shore
Lost on an unknown island
made out of clouds and chains,
and Hell just a pothole away.
It's killing my soul
Eating at the remenents of purity that remain
Help me find my path
Back to you.
Back to the shelter of your guidance,
Back to hope.
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