The only promise I was given
Was very simple
I was told with my high expectations
That I'd find myself disappointed
After the promise proved true
I began a path, to be forgiven
Maybe, I'd chase salvation
Avoiding pointless moments
Where nothing matters
Find a hopeful view
That could help me endure
A life impure, and fallen
I'm no angel, nor a saint
But I have a code
And while I suffer I need a cure
I will not be deceived
Sin doesn't have an allure
Nor does constant pain
Sin is a disease
And I simply want a life
I long to be renewed
Make it become
Worth the pain and sorrow
I want a life where I can believe
That this Hell of the present
Is worth the struggle
To find the next tomorrow
And survive
