My Journey

It's probably time that I face my fears, and somehow control my tears.
I might have to do wrong to know what is right, instead of sitting up thinking about it all night. Beauty is pure and kindness is injured.
My wings are no longer strong, and my heart is always wrong.
My promises have been broken for far to long, and the innocence is gone.
Smiles have been washed away, but my pride still lays.
Looking for some kind of voice to lead me in his hands, to know that there is a man.
I'm pressured to give up, myself has had enough.
Picking up my life and keeping it along my side.
My journey will come to it's end, and I will be washed away from my sins.