Lord I Am Sorry

I used to be blind, but I conquered and unwind, seeing the truth in my eyes, staring at the skies, I recognize the world's purity, even beneath its anger an cruelty. Instead of punching walls, I push my rage aside, and let it all fall, even through the midnight, with the full moon, it's a sign of light. The ways of reality, the ways in humanity, relate in the fantasies, an the lessons in the memories. Before I sleep an I be resting, I would say angels "you have my blessings" even with all of my sins, I would say sorry, to you Lord, I hope you can forgive me. Through times of pain, and times that were fun, I hope you can still help me, even for all the things I've done.