I hope that all's forgiven.
The sins of my past made sure my future's clearer.
Time damaged and rebuilt it.
God billed it for everytime I shook the devils hand willfully.
Will you extend a hand when these troubled seas try to swallow me?
Wondering how low my ship wreck lays. 
Better days are the thesis of my prayers. 
Stripping layers, so winter can remind me of the things I never feel. 
Lost the battle and the war with no reward.
Show me more.
Teach me less.
I wish I was enough to live beside with no regrets.