each time the clock resets,
I close another book,
the pages of my life
are glimpsed with fearful look.

my mind is full of doubts,
my voice can barely speak,
I stumble on the path,
afraid of what I seek.

but what if I gave in
to darkness and to sin,
and made the world my prey,
ignoring those who pray?

I’d tear their lives apart,
I’d break their hearts and bones,
I’d leave them in despair,
I’d silence all their moans.

Is this the legacy
I want to leave behind?
a field of blood and tears,
or heaven in my mind?