A Chance

My understanding is limited Thoughtful moments few, Yet enough for strife to take Careful thoughts from you. My words I steal from others My plans to ignore amends, Saying sorry is but a loss I've failed to comprehend. An angels choir singing down Of dawns that have yet to come, I still keep what I've taken close My courage dwindling to none. One will call me "dear" In the room of my creation, whispering the treasure I'll never know For I have sold my inspiration To those who seek to harm me To those who care naught but for them, But if the goods were stolen Just as false are ideas from my pen. Disorder checking me in tow With the ones who faltered just like me, Admitting all that heals my mind Contained in a morning cup of tea. Converging my sight is flawed My understanding shut, What I'd stolen was incomplete, And I'd paid the price I know, Destroying with all my might The paradise gone, where would I sleep? My confidence slipped down too low. A fallen story forgotten now Disgusted with my crime, Arise now those in lacking of A chance to make you mine; A chance is all I ask for A chance in which you must believe, That I will surely do this That I really can succeed.