As the person that is born not unto me
fills my spirit with confusion
and dis pare fills the soul
of my convoluted heart
knowing that the darkness over head
is only the death of self
not ever knowing where to turn
looking on death as a simple blessing
wishing that the last breath would be easy
well you know god loves to make you suffer
eye should not ask forgiveness
but should suffer the pains of mankind
to make my life worth dying for
as the person that is born not unto me
fills my spirit with confusion
