Rebirth Mark Of His Ways
The mirrors reflecting
A marked man, surrendering his game
His thinking, turned madness
His mindset, found tragic and shame
Not seeing the future, his fisted thoughts that got
away
(potent words to say)
His scarwounds keep bleeding
His blemish, his memories, his blame
His judgements, not certain
And that's the mark of his ways...
Disfigured, but not helpless
Defection now cleansing his name
Now seeking forgiveness
From all those he's menaced and blamed
His judgments not certain
Depending on how he lives these precious days
He'll always remember
A marked man surrendered his game
And that's the mark of his ways...
His judgemnts, not certain
Depending on how he lives these precious days
He'll always remember
A marked man surrendered his game
And that's the mark of his ways...
Just take your remorse and let it rise
'Cause looks like you've been warned to rectify
