A weight sits in my chest,
I’m wrong, I don’t know best.
It’s eating at my heart.
Slowly tearing me apart.
Choices not made easy,
I walk away feeling sleazy.
Two directions, both bad choices;
Currently haunted by their voices.
It’s pulling me down,
Showing me who will drown.
Who will pay the price,
Throw it down, roll the dice.
Growing horns,
The devils thorns.
A good choice is never made lightly.
God I wish the weight could go, just slightly.
Guilt chains my feet to the floor,
From my cup I have nothing left to poor.
I wonder if he can find forgiveness,
Finally let go of this caging stiffness.
My bones are tired,
Two years my nerves wired.