My Salvation

Where will these roads take me?

Waiting is my spirit for salvation.

Towards the coast, towards the sea,

It is all a part of His creation.

Sometimes I don’t know if 

I am bound for eternal damnation.

Here I stand on this cliff,

Singing to you this narration.

I used to be carefree and young,

Now I want to feel protected.

Even though this lyric I sung,

I am left feeling dejected.

Yes, my meadows, I see you,

Pulling me closer to your suburb.

Yet so much that I cannot undo,

Life has kicked me to the curb.

I want to go to the city of lights,

The city of purple lilacs and lilies,

Where the days are short and long are the nights,

And I ponder over the heel of my Achilles.

You may say I am a dreamer,

But I am not the only one.

For my sins, I hope to be a redeemer;

On the horizon, I wait for the sun.

But now my spirit still weeps,

I am my own repression.

The country below me sleeps,

While, to the moon, I make my confession.

I beg for forgiveness, oh listener,

For my act of terrible transgression.

You are in my sorrow, a prisoner,

As together, this lifeless life, we question.