Man of the World

[thelendo]

I was once a boy wishing
I could go to Heaven
I used to get on my knees
and beg the Lord please:
Take my life and set me free

I never asked to be alive
I feel tasked to find a reason
but is there anything to live for
when death is inescapable?
For what follows death?

I used to think love was
all I needed to know happiness,
but I've experienced both
albeit very seldom together.
Is love ever as real as pain?

Lost my soul back when
I lost the better part of faith
I wanted to believe so badly
but there will always be questions.
Why do any of us exist?

I used to feel I had a destiny
to do good in this world,
but I'm no good to myself
and there's little good in me.
My mind is coarse with evil...

I never asked to be alive
I used to pray for his mercy
I would get onto my knees
and beg the Lord please:
Take my soul, set it free