I don’t want to seem hysterical

And I know at times, I’m too self critical

Always certain that the past I was living

Is more than can possibly be forgiven

The pathway seems a little too hot

My soul feels a little already bought

But then I look in the heaven of your eyes

That’s when I begin to hope and realize

It’s really never too late until  it is too late

To rise above the man I was and escape this fate

With a sinner’s prayer and your sweet love

Maybe I will be blessed enough to see the great above