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My creator I am to trust

You nurtured my brittle soul

Unknowing of the demons that parade this world

I was young and innocent then

Nothing could harm me, nothing could touch me

I was invincible to all the elements of despair



But as time passes by

They become clearer

Twisted by the psychotic tendencies of life

Up and down on the scale

Unable to find that perfect balance

I remain faithful to my beliefs



Seeking help that would never come my way

Turning your back on the ways you've taught

Twofold you become content with yourself

Able to find comfort in your betrayal

The cries from your own bloodline

Echo silently in your head

Unwilling to listen to these words



My compassion is beyond stacked odds

The inevitabilities never seem to weigh me down

My world about to be taken away

And you don't even fucking care

So I'll stand alone, without your approval

Holding on to hope that your heart

Will find a way to rise to the heavens