Remember Me

It was night, the darkest place in my plight. This wasn't what I had come for; my body was beaten, bruised and sore. I tried to think of a way out. Every thought was shot down with a fear or a doubt. I was locked up and bound inside this prison in my own mind where confusion abounds and all those who tried to help, it would confound. But I knew I had once been found and last time all I had to do was yell out loud, so;

I'm broken and beaten; restore me.

I'm battered and blind; rescue me.

My heart is shattered to pieces; remember me.
This is what I am; nothing without the pure blood of the lamb.

It was morning; the sun had risen without warning. The sun rising on the horizon. This is where I knew everything would be all right. I couldn't even remember my last plight the future looked so bright. Nothing stopping me from reaching my desires, it was all I could think about; burning inside me like a fire. I forgot from where I came; it wasn't long before I had a brand new shipment of shame. I couldn't figure it out, the future looked so bright and now it had all but burned out. Then I remembered;

I'm broken and beaten; restore me.

I'm battered and blind; rescue me.

My heart is shattered to pieces; remember me.
This is what I am; nothing without the pure blood of the lamb.

It was dusk, the light was fading, my life felt like a sketch without the shading; empty as it gets like a guitar without the frets. This couldn't be it, there must be something I can remit. I couldn't just watch the last bit of light in my life dim; beyond that the future looked pretty grim. Why couldn't my life have a balance, apparently I couldn't just rely on my talents. I was caught in this cycle of life, ranging from joy to strife. If this was how it was, why couldn't I just be glad; even through the good and bad. I had left out one very important factor; I had been living my life in the hands of a captor. To be released I needed something more, there was something in life I need to adore. In the happiness and sadness, the joyful and the hurtful. So once more;

I'm broken and beaten; restore me.

I'm battered and blind; rescue me.

My heart is shattered to pieces; remember me.
This is what I am; nothing without the pure blood of the lamb.