Healing Aura

I look deep inside my soul

And still make excuses for my sins

My valor doesn’t satisfy me

And the devil inside me wins!

My conscience whispers gently

A smooth caress which is lost

Under waves of diversions unknown

Deep trouble and a faraway coast

My reflection in the mirror

Tells me the truth as it is

A face made up in bright colors

The reality underneath to tease

When the hues will run

As invariably they will have to

I, one of the living dead

Will still have Him to turn to

Is the faith that He exists

To blame for my wicked deeds

That my cross is on His shoulders

And that my life is just weeds!!