Save Me

Save me…save that old me, save me from that ghost of doubt or that shroud of mystery.

I thought of you once…twice over I contemplated clouds of doubt…but then you saved me…the purpose

of being worthless, the seams thru my holey soul that you sown up.

 Grown up in the spirit of the light, in the midst of time I found reason in my rhyme,

You saved me, plagued with sin, but soon to find found serenity from within.

 Bathed in my misfortune, no one to blame…in the fog I still saw a ray of light…in flight of the highest of

highs you saved me and I don’t know why…