In Your Own Hands - Saving Grace

You were told there was no hope for you and you believed it

Raped day after day by a world that knows little of compassion

And you conceived its bastard child.

Now inside the sickness grows

It swells and pressure builds.

You know it hurts you but you can’t quite figure

out why

So instinctively you drown it in poison

(But that glamour is temporary and eventually the cracks begin to show

You scramble grabbing whatever you can find and hold onto it

Until it breaks for the pressure.

This cycle repeats…)

Until there’s nothing left and you seem to think that there’s but one way out

Such a shame.

Such a waste of life.

Such a selfish choice

In your own hands my heart bleeds for your soul