Cross
by beighartman
My old self’s a blackened heart
And my old self is gone
If ever I was content with that heart
I take it back, it’s withdrawn.
If ever I thought I was in control
And pretended that I could tell
I’m sorry for that ignorance
And now a new hope in me dwells
My old self died in a long tough battle
My new self’s now intact
I wonder not what happens now
Being that I’ll never go back
