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.