With no fight to break away
Tortured by these ball and chains
Forced to contemplate and pray.
Saddened by this darkest hour
The wilting of my inner flower
Plagued by the conscience of a coward
With inspiration from a higher power.
Crushed dreams scatter the floor,
Of the life I wished for once before.
Guarding the pathway towards the door
A painful reminder forever more.
And still, I stay with my impure heart
Still seeking to somehow impart
On the life that seems to tear me apart.
Uncertain how to go back to the start.
So my tears fall with great strife
When the devil cuts my soul with a knife
For I willfully choose this "tortured" life
To follow the one and only Christ.
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