Foundationless

manic in my madness here,
restlessly avoiding fear
for fear itself is dominating...
it's frustrating...
I turn and plead...

battered back and defenseless,
my walls are foundationless,
and you're always fiercely attacking,
the odds are stacking...
you've broken me...

now you've got me on my knees,
begging forgiveness for these
and past transgressions unrepented...
I've relented...
it's you I need.

History

In the annals of life
the historian writes
of sins and misdeeds,
misgivings and greed,

focused only on self,
rejecting all help,
unable to see.

Now in the Book of Life
the Historian rights.
The story now tells
how I crawled from my shell,

out of the night,
into the light,
and became free.