Please forgive me for all my sins
For all the battles Satin wins
Although you love me anyways
And you want me to love all my days
A broken angel without his wings
Holding on to material things.
I am not ready to take flight
If I do, I'll lose the fight.
So weak for so long
I am not ready to be strong.
So hear my prayer
Let us be fair
I am sorry for the things I've done
I am sorry that Satan won.
