I had a heart, and I had a soul,
But both have now been eaten whole,
A tragic end to a wonderful beginning,
One new Christian, while another still sinning,
A new hope found, yet another life lost,
My heart and soul taken with minimal cost,
Not to me, to the one who’s taken,
A whole new heart, while one’s still faking,
Hatred is filling up in my hands,
Which one day will burst filling all the lands,
I try to speak up; but get pushed down,
Having dirt kicked in my face, while I lie bleeding on the ground,
The soft touch and look of an angel on my face,
But still I turn, and continue in the footsteps of disgrace.