My sins are overtaking me
And hiding my face from Almighty
Though I have all the pleasures
But I fail to preserve the real treasure...
I lay myself on a bed of roses
Desiring for this world
wearing a shine in my eyes
And my dreams withheld...
Those are not bed of roses
And not the desires of this world
Those are the bruises on my Gods body
And his blood spilt on this earth...
I sense something surrounds me
I'm troubled Seeing the arms of death around me
I fell on my knees with pleading
But now my cross is bleeding...
My cross is bleeding...
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