Swifty - Blood of the Martyrs

Oh God!

It happend so quicly

Yet I could see it

Coming from a mile away

Ignoring all the warnings

Until the moment it all caught up with me

By then it was too late for words

Everything felt like a blur

Ending before I had a chance to begin

As my conscience settled

It left me with a feeling I couldn’t explain

I was ashamed that it was so hard to see

The shear reality of what I had

I asked myself

Is it too late to start again?

To pick up the peices and create a clean slate

A new beginning

A fresh start

To build something meaningful from the meaningless

To bind up the broken hearts

To build something meaningful from the meaningless

To proclaim liberty to my captivity

And open the prison to which I am bound

I’ve been waiting all this time for something that never came

The very «something» that I had from the start

Blinded by my selfish actions

I was too arrogant to see

The life and opportunity you had given me

Second chances are slim to none

Yet you listen to my every word

Revitalizing my spirit no matter how jaded it may of been

Sadly it was up to this point

I could never comprehend

What you would do

To set me Free

To save me from myself

And show me that the things inside us all are worth never giving up on

Sadly it was up to this point

I could never comprehend

What you would do

To set me Free

To save me from myself

And show me that the things inside us all are worth never giving up on

Oh God!

Is it too late to start again?

To build something meaningful from the meaningless

Oh God!

To bind up the broken hearts

To proclaim liberty to my captivity

Oh God!

Is it too late to start again?

To build something meaningful from the meaningless

Oh God!

To bind up the broken hearts

To proclaim liberty to my captivity

Oh God!