The Sea of Doubt

I am proud of the man I have become
No matter the insults and beatings
I know the gutter that I have come from
I can never forget my past, I will make the present last

I am alive for the first time and I believe
There is hope that still lies inside the hatred and rust
I have forgiven all that I can and finally understand
It is my hands that will hold my head above the current
It is my voice that will guide me through the darkness

I put my trust in my judgment
No matter the mistakes and failures
I know the stones and the stars that were sent
I can never ignore the scars, They inspire this passion

I have always given in, To the darkest voices and twisted offers
I have always sinned, I found rest in the stained glass coffins
I have forgiven my father for throwing me to the wolves
They did not lead me astray, It was I, High on white lies
It was I on trial, For murdering the good in me
But the angel lives again, I no longer drown in sin

Next to me is the air blessed in ecstasy
A flame burnt out in the sea of doubt
What’s true is the fool I’ve grown to rue
This day marks the beginning of my life
And I will forever remember the devil that made me his puppet
For I will never return to the hell where I willingly gave in