Wasn’t much of a son
And I failed as a brother
I thought redemption would come swiftly
When I became a father.
Anticipation of redemption altered perception
Of what I thought would build manhood
My misdirected vision, ruined more lives
Than any one man should.
Unable to see the opportunities before me
Blind to the beauties presented
Harboring disdain from my past
Has forced my future to become resented.
Though I’m loved by many, and in love with one
It doesn’t suppress the guilt of a moral crime
As if stuck in an inescapable nightmare
Convinced of nothing, except that I’m
Beckoned daily by the Reapers song
Begging me to come join him
Offering me peace through a lead melody
The Angel of my destiny, as God appointed him.