inside me it waits
a raging beast
chained to the sins I've done
inside it taunts
"who are you to be alive?"
I question this monster
not seeing it that way
seeing it as Truth
as the Way its suppose to be
"Who am I to be alive?"
The beast roars on
occasionally I get too close
I feel its talons,
sharp and long upon my back
reminiscent of the old days
"who are you" it taunts
"what are you?"
nothing more than a slave girl
one who is a tool to all to use
No amount of love can change that, so it says
I tremble in fear
nothing more than a child
a boat, caught in a whirlwind storm
"Who am I to be alive?"
so I wonder