I’ve gone through my life seemingly in a negative way,
I ask though, to be forgiven, every single day,
I work to show, that I do try
And will very much continue to, until I die,
Sometimes I don’t notice, if a mistake has been made,
I try to show my way of life and to persuade,
What goodness I have in me,
But it always seems to be,
That I am more of a menace to society….

I wake surrounded in darkness as eyes and teeth glow from a
gate
And I feel this tremendously frightening amount of hate,
And I hear a roar intended as a laugh,
I am forced back,
As I look up from the ground,
I hear this sound,
That is asking me to make a choice,
And I notice this as my conscious, or an inside voice,

I choose to show the best in me,
To show every one who I can really be,
There is a reason I was stopped at the gates of hell,
And I think it was a decision on whether to sell,
My soul to goodness, or to the other,
As memories flash they show pictures of my mother,
My decision has been made,
I awake from this gaze,
To show the real me, and I will start today.