THE GATE
BY:SPENCE
sitting here trapped in this bubble seems like my every breath is trouble i try to escape this feeling and be free but all my fears dreams come crashing down on top of me like heavy walls of hate did these feelings i help to create is it all my fault all my feelings and dreams locked away in a vault why do i keep running from all these things i need why do i let my heart cry and bleed my soul it cries it needs to be free from this prison i been in living this life i call a lie in sin not hearing u calling me from within LORD u always been calling but instead of running to u im steady falling deeper in the net i have became my own worse threat heart pounding fast with regret the things u have done for every 1 ur life for me on that tree i been so selfish i was blind to see thinking i could handle everything on my own ur wisdom i have always known i hope its not to late i hope i havnt missed my chance to go through the gate
