Philippians 1:21

The sun rose, the sun set
ill tidings did this day beget

A loved one I have lost
To have them back, I care not of the cost

My life I would willingly ransom away
that they may breathe for another day

I stare in the mirror angry and hurt
I have no strength left to exert
As I put on my best shirt

I feel bitterness that goes unsurpassed
The wake is approaching fast
and I cannot help but remember the past

A new day has come, a new day has gone
From the world I have withdrawn

I am too hurt to fight anymore
I’ve shut my heart and locked the door

I sit here dreaming and wishing
until I am finally beaten into submission

I fell victim to my pride
I fell victim to sin
they say my old self died
but they must have the wrong Vin

I cursed the world made by my Lord up in heaven
But God is ever the perfect leaven

I was taught that my thoughts were all in vain
For what I count as loss, is actually gain.