I’m bowed out and broken
Caught out and lost
I’ve forgotten my prayers
And spent all my luck
I measure my days
With lists of my demons
And pleasure myself
With the language of reason
There’s shame in my smile
And pain in my hips
I’m short of breath
When I need to repent
I carefully examine
The stale art of living
I tick off the days
And shudder at their meaning
Born of the right hand
And brought into the light
Stealing with remorse
God’s life giving source
I’ll let God and the Devil
Wrestle for souls
I’m bowed out and broken
And shot full of holes
When will
When will I
be justified?