Fighting the SinsMature

Sun through the windows

But rain in my heart,

It seems I can't

With my old ways part.

When I met you

My life first began,

I'll get better, I promise,

I just need a helping hand.

You're the reason I live

And I am who I am.

The least I can do

Is build up a dam

To hold back the wrong

That enters my life.

I'll use all my will

And back I'll fight.

The End

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