The Hell That I Deserve
The Hell That I Deserve
At the top of a cliff
Surrounded by darkness and doubt
I see you in the valley
Surrounded by a light
I can hear the slightest sighs of angels from the valley
Drowned out by the screams of my demons
There is no pathway down to you
The cliff is lined with talon like rocks
Fallen angels hold my arms back
Holding me against my will
All I can do is stand and look down at you
You would never hear my screams
You would never hear what I want to say
I will die on this cliff
All alone while you thrive in God’s light
I can never meet you
Never talk to you
Never gently kiss your lips
It is true that I have sinned more than once
Standing alone on a cliff with you below
I know that this is my hell to endure
If only the demons would quit screaming
I could hear your voice
I could hear the sighs of the angels surrounding you
Then my hell
The hell that I deserve
For one moment this cliff would be a paradise
Copyright © Lord R. E. Taylor | Year Posted 2012
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