I'm not a holy man nor am I good in any way. I struggle with myself from day to day. My body is brused from the constant fight. Ever do I stumble searching for the light.
I cry tears for a world I do not understand. Then I cry for myself for I am just a man. I hold to those things no one can take from me. Yet at times I am blind to the truth and can not see.
My heart has been broken time and time again. I have struggled with lust I have struggled with sin. I have walked on broken glass. In a world full of fear and little class.
I ponder each word in a rhyme. I search for truth without much time. My life here is as a passing breeze. I know my world is short without anyone to please.
I was born here to die here. I know some worry and fear. But I sit smiling knowing I am and always will be. Death is a release from pain. I shall be free.
Nothing Holy Here. Just a fool in a play.Nothing holy here. Just another day. Let me say this and make it clear. There is nothing holy here.
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