Gentle as a Lion

Blind by rage
I paid the price
As my life...

Turns another page

Weathered and torn
If I could be Born
A brand new Man....

I count my sins
My convictions kick in
It looks so grim

And I realize I am what
I have become.....

To stray from that
Only to call this my unholy home

Cold as Ice
It hurts to touch
The blessed Man

Or to even look him in his eyes
So surprised

I once was a gentle soul...

heterodynemind
Wow, this carried me along and the ending was perfect. Such a way you have with words; it is truly a blessing.

marvinbrato
Man.. this is very revealing thought. Well, for as long as one has a desire to become a better man its a matter of choice my friend. Good sentiment dude.