Angry Son

Born into a world I knew nothing of
No concept of pain, I didn't know what it was
But I was young, innocent, and so naive
And I soon found out how it is
Born into a world I knew nothing of
No concept of pain, I didn't know what it was
I thought I could trust, I thought I could lean
On this world, but I soon found out what it means...
...to fall face to the ground
Try to get back up, pushed back down
Outstretched hand, broken wrist
One more name on my blacklist
Didn't take me long to learn
That if you trust, you get burned
Put a name to my pain ..... life
Attempt after attempt, can my heart
Ever be free of contempt?
The scars in this flesh chronicle my life best
Eternal memories of why I've come to this
The thorn in my side, the knife stuck into my spine
Never again to trust anyone
Father, heal your angry son
The portrait of hate, I stare myself in the face
Mirror haunts, my fist bleeding, broken glass
It twists, it writhes. It sinks its teeth into my mind
Bending me against everyone
Father, heal your angry son
Please, set me free, I'm becoming the epitome
Of what I oppose
Father take the pain. Blood of Your
Only Begotten paid ransom of my suffering
To Your cross this albatross I bring
Template life led long ago
Son of God, cleanse my soul
This hardened heart turn to clay
Father, heal your angry son