Give me Heaven cause I'm already in Hell,
That will make a difference behind this confided cell,
I feel the rain pouring down my flesh as i I stand with my head back,
My mouth open wide and all you hear is my silent scream as a lonely man
cries,
"Dear Lord"
I know this can't be for am your son and i know you haven't
forsaken me for i have done nothing to you, I'm not the one that you
fed the dipped bread to,
I wasn't the one to put a crown of thorns upon your head,
Yet i suffer like I'm one of your prophets.
Even though Peters incarceration, you sent an Angel to walk him out of it,
so as each day passes and night falls,
I'm on bending knees promising you my dear lord,
please forgive me,
My youth ages and my trangression for I am only that of flesh and my soul
belongs to you,
Now and when I am put to rest,
I know you hear my cries and are waiting for the right time and I will no
longer walk or run inside from a lonely man's cry,
Hear My Cry
Lord
 
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