My Own Prison (Creed)

a court is in session, a verdict is in
no appeal on the docket today
just my own sin
the walls are cold and pale
the cage made of steel
screams fill the room
alone i drop and kneel
silence now the sound
my breath the only motion around
demons cluttering around
my face showing no emotion
shackled by my sentence
expecting no return
here there is no penance
my skin begins to burn
so i held my head up high
hiding hate that burns inside
which only fuels their selfish pride
we're all held captive
out from the sun
a sun that shines on only some
we the meek are all in one
i hear a thunder in the distance
see a vision of a cross
i feel the pain that was given
on that sad day of loss
a lion roars in the darkness only he holds the key
a light to free from my burden and bring me life eternally
shouldve been dead 

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