I am twisted
stumbled
and weak before
the edge of holy
but not quite there
As the fight in me often fails
and I am not who I was made
for the softest burns
and burns me deep
But I fear that I am not yet free
The intentions against sin
are moving in me
that I've not quite finished
and perhaps will never reach
Author notes
We fight for freedom, and there is nothing that will stop us free
