I know it may be rough around the edges but that's why its called a rough draft. So tell me what do you think. Excuse the format will you it may be off putting.
My soul is required to you O Lord,
when my eyes refused to shine.
My steps grow slow, my hair
bleed grey youth stifled by the
hands of time.
This time is a tick of a mechanical
trick but the steps that lead us to grave.
Grave danger is the souls that stands true
and bold and waltz in their sinful ways.
