The bit of hope I felt before, has made it's way back out the door.

I felt like I could reach the sky, but now I sit and wonder why.

I know the devil wants me back, to take my soul and paint it black.

I ask myself where I went wrong, was I mistaken all along?

Was I not meant to find the light? Even though it shined so bright?

I pray to God, 'please help me see',
why you chose to rescue me.

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