The moment I stepped in,
my eyes were held on to you.
You, my source of light, redemption, freedom, merry.
You help me breathe.
Held on the hook,
That abhorrent stench...absorbed,
Mortals piled, pulled me down,
In the babel of a jarring journey,
Salvation, I see in your open doors.
As I inch towards you,
Wrathful eyes of contention pierce mine.
A maze I couldn't fathom,
A fence of bones I couldn't break.
An escape is all I seek.
Rage and motive overcome these shackles,
through cracks of these walls,
of flesh and bones.
Every hook ushered me to your light.
I'm here right before you,
My hands just reaching yours,
But, they push me back underneath the sunless sky.
Behind the barricade again,
Salvation, I still see in your open doors.