Held High

When I was young I was in God's grace Felt his love and peace Could take me any place But as I got older My soul grew colder And the sin started in As I grew much bolder Not proud of things I've done I was on another level Almost no emotions When I held hands with the devil Drinking life away Almost everyday No cares in the world Mental prison's where I'd stay For over four years I had no fears But deep inside I shed a million tears I had to make a change But it was hard to break the chain Livin like I did Could make the good go insane I started praying at night So maybe I would see That I was blinded by the darkness Now I'm finally free Feeling like a new person Always staring at the sky So when I die My head will be held high