I know myself and know you,
My limits are so precious few,
True to my faith and to the sword,
I shoot for greatness, oh my Lord.
The virtue I sometimes forget:
The suffering is needed threat.
The darkness shines through the light:
There's salvation in my blight.
Give me a reason to exist,
And guide me through the darkened mist,
I save myself for your embrace,
My faith will show in my pace.
I want to know if there's a plan,
Or if my life is but a scam,
Give me a sign, show your presence!
My Lord... I'm broken in my sentence.
Last dying breath
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