the Sin of dying…

I’d get on my knees, if it’d helped me believe…
That things do get better, far better then this…
ironically you promise something I must die to achieve….
And I with my thoughts am in sin…
I wantto have faith, Father I swear…
But some of your childern carry crosses…a burden to heavy to bare…
Our souls they are breaking….
I’d get on my knees if it’d helped me believe
That this is what was meant for me
This body is a prision & I just want to be free…
I with my thoughts am in sin…
And I’m damned if I do but damned if I don’t…
There’s no possible way for me to win…
My soul it is broken….