Seems half of the life I’ve wasted
Deafened by the echoes of silence
Dulled by the bluntness of hatred
Burned by the embers of violence
Standing, I wondered,
If anything seems to be worth it
To all those quests I’ve conquered,
Those days of darkness that I’ve forced up to lit.
And so it came,
Now it was gone
But who am I to blame
For the person who’ve I wrongly done?
I stand there, shaken
To the point where I can no longer lie
To myself and to my brethren
The cross that I’ll bear till I die.
I won’t ask for atonement
Nor do I lament for retribution.
I will only bear what has passed from judgment
And work my way towards my salvation.