Thorns

The morning air feels cold upon my skin The hell am I up for anyway? No good can come about past 2 a.m. I was doing well the other days But now I, I've slipped away From all the morals kept within me And I've wandered like a sheep who's gone astray But in this prison of my being can I escape? Failure to forgive what's been forgotten Is why I am out here all alone And where grace should be enough to make me whole I'm bound by chains that were broken long ago And so I walk, no I run away I try to hide from all the shame and pride That lay this troubled soul of mine to waste Can this desire for fulfillment be replaced?