1.02.2011

A hermit's prayer that is actually, a New Year's letter...



Save this old soul, sacred lord of the skies
Sometimes I believe I can't take this anymore
Save this old soul, sacred lord of the skies
The devil in me tries to destroy all remnants of hope

I can't pray in a loud voice
Exhausted and beaten I feel
Words from strangers and friends, don't help me
And the woman I loved, she left...

The blues I felt, I know you've healed
I know it ain't nothing compared to the pain your dying son felt 
He even told me to carry my own cross, just like he did
But there's one little thing he forgot, I ain't him and he ain't me.

I've met death face to face before
First time I did, the same day I was born
The skeptical doctors rumored I'd come to this world dead
And it seems, I cheated death and inhaled fresh air...

It's been many years since that day...
The only feeling I thought I know was pain...
But there ain't nothing like being loved by the ones who were your family and friends
Although, I always remember my woman... keeps moving away...

I know Lord, you had mercy of many of your bastard sons, including me
If I sinned, like I admit now I did, set me free
But... If this is the destiny I made for myself
Make your hermit son stronger
Let me enjoy the things, I avoided.

I hope my words... reach you.

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