God,
i walk trough hell trying to stay awake, so as to not go astray;
life's hard enough without more faults.
all through my journey i pray for strength,
for guidance;
and when it gets too dark to see, may you light my way.
all these days i spend in pain,
i hope to make up for my mistakes;
but if this too doesn't work, i'll find another way
i swear!
through these roads i've found out,
finding redemption isn't as easy as it seems;
doing good deeds for each of your wrongs doesn't count,
it simply is doing good;
prison walls only offer time and space to contemplate;
a cage to torment yourself, a place you'll never find rest;
and being a fugitive didn't work out so well for me,
there are some things you don't run away from,
'conscience' happens to be one of them.

In the end, only 1 immortal man's judgement is laid out. Through his eye's only may you find its solice. To disbelieve is everyone's right, and who would not want to think past there own earthly star's.