The sun shall shine, when morn does break
Another day shall, come bless thee
It does not mean a thing to me?
Oh blacken heart, thy must now heal
Let go of the past, and become real
Time to rise above it all
How much lower shall I fall?
Upon this day that I was given
To let them know I was forgiven
Does this mean that much to you?
To myself I remain true
I’ve chosen a debauched life
Never was the faithful wife
For my sins, I must now pay
Struggling to get through passing day
Awake to realise, life is mine
Feel the touch of the 'divine'?
Time to leave my hell behind
Respect myself, treat her kind.
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