When that splinter of Grief leaves my tongue
I think what was that for?
When my actions are nothing short of rebellion
I ponder whether there's something more.
All there is to life is pain and then death
The heart is just some muscle that will fade in my chest
What is spiritual? Nothing to my bittered self
My mind contamenates my hearts health
I see a few who always look to the sky
They sing with prayer, as well as hands lifted high
On the first of seven they go to follow a lamb
I dont know, some man known as the Great I AM
At a decade and four I join and army
To clean the iris and see the promise land before me
Victory gauranteed, I have lived a life of only defeat
The father unknown?  Foreve I bow at your feet.
      This is My Conversion