I’m a soul of anger,
Covered in sheep’s clothing,
Feared by many, accepted by some,
Locked out of Jesus’s kingdom come.

Burial stones surround me,
Reminding me of life’s finality,
The earth feels dirty, and my vision
blurry,
Did I take the right path or the path of
misery?

But I refuse to be held captive
By my past or my fears,
I’ll forge my own path,
And wipe away my tears.

With each step I take,
I’ll channel my age right,
I won’t let it control me,
Or give up without a fight.

No matter how many times I fall,
I’ll rise up again,
For I am the captain of my soul,
And my future is mine to attain.