So

It's hard to love again
when my mind tells me to sin.
My heart looks at this and frowns,
knowing it's a battle it can't win.

But, did I truly love?
Was it a vulture dressed as a dove?
I think it was...
that's why I'd had enough.

So, the appropiate thing to say
if love happens to stop my way
would be, "Thank you, God."
He's got a plan, I just have to wait.

So, no more sorrow, and no more pain.
Let happiness wash over me like a warm summer's rain.
I am free, and freedom is priceless...
a death for it is never a sacrifice in vain.

So, I bid farewell to my former enemies,
and humble myself before God, I get down on my knees.
I thank Him for the pen in my hand, the words in my mouth,
but most important of all, I thank Him for letting me be me.