Sins and Saints

I lingered in the flames, felt the heat rise on my face,
born for more than twisted lies, I find myself alone:
but I’m not alone.

In the darkness I found ancient lights of memories,
flickers in the embered remainsof the life we once built.
Do we fall, do we burn, or do we keep on going
without us knowing?

Here I am between sinners and saints,
between demons and angels,
between who I am, who I want to be,
and who You’re making me,
Scattered pieces,
broken hearts, broken dreams
I have fallen far, but not far enough
for you to lose me.
In the brokenness I find ancient lights
ever burning bright. The night has gone,
the day has come, I will throw aside my
darkened deeds. Do we fall, do we burn,
or do we keep on going without us knowing

Between life as I knew it
and life as I want it.
Between here and the afterlife
just after life …