At the eleventh hour I awake from procastination
Been weary of the future and my final destination
But I know now it's imnent that I face these tribulations
For there's no way out, so I must muster determination
The slumber was prolonged, body weakened from the sinning
And no longer in me, myself and I did I believe in
I wasn't always like this I recall from the beginning
But cut I was and life experiences made the wounds deepen
The sun is up, the world is moving, now I must endeavour
To face my fears, ditch the worries, and rectify my errors
No looking in the past or worrying 'bout what happened before
Must face the ugly truth that rears it's head when I face mirrors
No suicidal thoughts that prance around in drowned depression
Untangle my soul from the grasps and grips of sin's possession
Must free my mind from worldly temporary wants, obsessions
And take the first step out of this subliminal suppression
Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)
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