Lost

A distant society of lost souls and tathered clothes people finding their way in the dark with their eyes clothed how come im still here tring to find my way out when my oppertunity is lurking as a shadow about how come my tears only fall from the left side down only to hit the cold hard ground as my life comes to an end I pray that the lord accepts my in I pray his grace will keep me dear to make my hear clean and clear an if not then satan damn my soul arm me with arrows, bows, and harden clothes cause imma solder, the enemy, a warrior within with nothing to lose, but new life to begain.