TS (7/28/87 / California)

Repentance

I look to the stars for grace.
searching for the end of the race.
I reach for the top,
with all my heart.
But land far away,
miles and miles apart.
Its so easy to walk from,
yet, every time I go away,
I give in a little bit more,
and beg for mercy when I pray.
I know what's right
and I know what's wrong.
I know that I am weak
where I should be strong.
So I start once more,
straying from this sin.
Hoping not to retrace my steps
and fall back again.
Doubling my previous pace,
I now walk merely on God's grace.

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