I've finally found peace at the bottom of this tomb
Like a well: damp, dark, confused
Water rushes over me to cleanse the wounds
I beg myself to move
Paralyzing despair prevents it
I lay in wait, for someone to save me
Before I decay and wash out to shore
The bitterness in my heart weighs on me
Acting as anchor, chains, and noose
Seeking to drown me in my own self created prison
Why can't I forgive them?
Why can't I forget them?
Why can't I forgive myself?
Why can't I get over myself?
God break these chains and unbind my spirit
Restore the passion that has left my soul
And remind me to love as a child loves
Before this life erodes my being
And washes me out to shore
But I'm more than just a little curious
To know if this is it for me
Am I doomed to spend the rest of my life
As a slave in a prison I created?
Maybe that's the grand secret
We all are prisoners abiding within our own constructs
Heed my warning child and take to heart
How you build your life will become your prison
I suggest you put some thought into its construction
Before you are both Warden and Prisoner in your own soul
