WTP

Sit down and reflect all the evils that I've seen

Would the Lord forgive my sins

Could my soul ever be clean

Pour a pint of the spirits, fill it up to the brim

When you're on the brink of sailing deep, but many pray to see you sink

Same ones claim they riding all the sudden jumping ships

My greatest fear is letting fear stopping me from taking leaps

I've chased dreams without sleep, opened doors without keys

All those nights in the dark, all we seeing now is green

Bury me deep, harvest everlasting seed