A marked man
I am
Alone
Even among friends
Chosen
For a painful destiny
“How great is the price?”
I ask the Lord,
“How much pain must I feel
Before I lay me down to rest?”
And the Lord answers me,
“I know your pain is great
And I would this burden
You didn’t have to bear
But you are my chosen, child
A sworn servant of the llight
Your heart compels you
The price to accept
For all the pain you feel
For all the darkness you face
Means another won’t have to
So know, my son
That I am with you
Til the end of ages
And then some.”
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