My feet walk on broken glass,
were my blood stains the ground fast,
I wish I had the wings,
So I could just fly away,
but instead am left with these cuts,
that remind me am shattered,
in so many ways,
as my arms drag my soul,
across the halls of despair,
I lift my head just enough,
in hope to see hope there,
across the way,
but I find my spirits in decay,
Save me my father,
My Heavenly majesty,
save me my father,
from all this agony,
let me make it to your feet,
so I can rest my soul,
because if my journey ends,
with out you in the end,
my struggles were all for nothing.
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