Broken record playing
The memories of pain
Words and thoughts and feelings
Poisoning my brain.
All I want is freedom
To be what I should be
But theses dark thoughts keep their iron grip on me.

Can You loose the shackles
That bind my weary heart?
Give me hope for freedom
And a fresh new start?
How I long to trust You
But something holds me back
Oh Lord would You reform me
And be all that I lack.


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