A Chance For Redemption

A Chance For Redemption By Jeff Weiner Worms and roaches crawl on me Where am I at, Musty odor ovecomes me Feeling cold and trapped, No room to move, air is thin No light or sound to be had, How did I get in this place Was I really that bad, Buried alive it seems Thoughts are getting faint, Trying to scratch my way out Stuck in this lonely restraint, Light flashing before my eyes Wings and a hand appear, Take hold if you want true happiness Guiding over others so they wont end up here