Affliction: The Witness, The Advocate - A Hope For Home

Assail me and tear me in your anger

All was once well with me, but I’ve led myself here

My pride pulls.

Constantly beckoning me to be something that I’m not

If I say: «My hope is in the grave» and to corruption, «You're my father.»

To the worm, «You're my mother» if my hope is in the grave, then what is left

for me?

«Did you forget what it takes to walk away?

And did you forget I will never

take you past the palm of My hand?»

And I am overcome.

What miserable comforters in the arms of sorrow

With every wound sanctity diminished.

With every scar I feel my soul retreat

Oh earth, do not cover my blood

May my cries never be laid to rest

But if I speak, my pain will not be relieved, and if I refrain, it does not go

away

«Did you forget why I’ve put you here?

And do you even want to know what it

means to be alive?»

Have we forgotten?

And what will be left?

.the pull of my pride takes me away