How often I wonder,
Is there another me ?
I crush my head and ponder,
I'm in chains,could I be free ?
I'm the saint and the sinner,
The librarian,the stripper.
I am half filled;that's half empty,
I pursue holiness ,end up filthy.
For a day I'm strong,then I'm week,
I'm the bold one and I'm the meek.
I'm like a mutant powered to kill himself,
I need salvation,save me God from myself.
I can't see the hook,its pulling me near,
I dread my tomorrow,honestly I fear.
I know its porn;I know its a sin,
I struggle,get beat up,why can't I win ?
These girls are nude,I should know its gross.
My half naked Lord hanging on the cross.
I am fine, alright, I can take another drink,
Can't I see the trap and know that I will sink.
What point of the trap,do I loose my mind?
Is there a button in life to just rewind.
I know this is sin and I know the price,
I need a way out ,help me Lord Christ.
Oh! How often I wonder,
Is there another me ?
Rape,murder,adultery are sins,but lie is not
It starts here at deception,the very first knot.
Where do I draw the line,how do I know ?
How can I beat this guilt,how can I say no?
Jesus,heal my past and give me tomorrow,
Give me hope and peace,I'll trade my sorrow.
am I the only one going through these things,
Is only my angel,the one with broken wings ?
On this lonely night,starring at a star-less sky,
I wonder,am I alone or Is there another me ?
July,20,2011.
