Never To Late To Change
The tormented soul leads to mischief
Wanting to do good but temptation looms
Attempting to act like an adult flower
The flower needs room as it blooms
Added pressures weigh heavy
Devil on one shoulder, Angel on the other
Weighing sins and forgiveness
Uncertainty causes hands to come together
"God bless me"
"Watch over me as I walk this earth"
"Some how I am not worried"
"I know you have been carrying me since birth"
The mind begins to clear
No longer the tormented one
Feeling blessed as the soul is being cleansed
God rides on the passenger, the devil is done!
Is your soul conscious at this time?
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