My intellect is as bvroken glass
shattered across my depressing history
my heart still breaks a little at a time
as if i was dragged back into the memory
the feeling that flowed over me
nothing had ever felt quite like this
the pain & sorrow from before
my soul wasn\'t headed for the bliss [above]
though i was liberated
i still inside was kept a detainee
my heart longed for hope
wishing and wanting, just to be free
away from the heartache
away from the times of yore
stopping the wrong i once caused
& opening angelic freedom\'s door
Finally i\'m without pain
my soul is ready to realease
forgetting the sorrow i have once lived with
at last my tattered heart is at peace
