If I ever find my way to redemption,

I can only hope the path there was worth it.

I want to believe it'll be worth my weary body and tortured mind.

A place filled with peace and forgiveness.

But if it's not...

I hope I find my way right back to where I am,

Because I may be weary, my mind tortured, and my soul black...

But my heart is full and I am surrounded by those who love me.

This life may be hell,

But you can be damn sure it's a hell of my own making.