There are places in high mountains that seem imposible
For cracked hands and broken nails to ever reach
In a rose and thorn laced cage,entrapment seems too probable
Maybe only my ears heard,but I didn't when He preached
My back grows hunched every passing day
As the sun baking my skin always remains the same
It seems there's no way out,Satan needs me to stay
He wants to adorn remorse on my arms & give me a blouse of pain
Is there anyway to reach the rusty keys within arms length
Not when I have the arms of a tyrranosaurus rex
Hopefully it will give me just the right measure of strength
Scared,wondering when you reach the key,what's next
This prison seems so beautiful at the worst times
But also,this confusion causes my heart to have a seizure
This Libra of absolute perfect balance,I just can't find
It seems like sitting,watching the chances fly is a leisure
But,I can't be lazy I have to find my way out of here
Maybe I just need to focus on them just as much as me
If I don't,maybe Hell's gate will be oh so near
Letting go of selfish motivations,only then could I be free