My life has been far from perfect. I’ve seen lives come, and go.
Defeated even the worst of sinners.
Accused of crimes.
Have you ever walked into a room full of exposed reality?
I let even the lowest of low walk through me and destroy the only courage god blessed me with.
God himself took the only person I’ve ever trusted, and my heart hasn’t yet been tainted.
Doors have been shut on my face by the closest people.
And yet, I’m still here.
Getting cut here and there, gashed and bruised, my heart will stand its ground.
Beat, after beat.
Nothing in this world will EVER penetrate the flesh of my wounds.
Wounds that tell a million stories…