My Savior
I ate the apple.
lost, broken, but not forgotten.
Shrouded in darkness
I lost my path.
Alone, and scared, but not forgotten.
In this darkness, I see a light;
a helpful hand, a pleasant sight.
you are my lamb.
You are my Shepard.
You took my pain.
Endured my lies.
Without you, there is no life.
When I am lost, I seek your light.
When I fall down, I seek your hand.
I try to live a life of love,
but without you, my life is lust.
I may go blind and lose my path,
but you are there to guide the way.
It was me, who ate the apple.
Lost, broken, but now I'm found.
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