My hands are not clean And my heart is not far behind Both, alike, were stained Branded through my choices; Memories which won’t let me sleep at night I have done some good, But have also wronged a plenty. Courageous enough through convictions But a coward to know the difference And this is why I am... Sign in to see full entry.
PRAYER AT HEAVENS DOOR
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