My God

I 'm in chains and not free,

for I'm no longer the man I used to be;

I've grown worse,

I no longer plead or beg, I use force

Please someone come to my aid,

before the little good in me completely fade.

I've grown old and weary although I'm still young,

I can't just cover this up with a song

like in the movies

I have shame painted all over my face

though I'm in the time of Grace.

Dear lord God, save me from myself

I've promised much more than I've said

with my conscience judging me, I'm always on trial

Judas and I have a thing in common; Betrayal

but I won't kill myself because i would die

and I'll never give up; I'll always try

To be better

and impress my master

so that my later would be greater

so much that it can't be told by one teller.

For i serve a living God.

who can break me free from any captivity

so I'll live for the purpose which i was created for.