Hung from a rope of regret   Each thread for a tear shed   But this is just a dream   An emphasis on reality   A nightmare worse than hell   Which is a knife cutting me open   You caressed my heart in your gentle hands   Then tore it out to be placed on a platter   And fed to the hungry demons of your game   I find myself caught in between your clenched fist   When will I break free?   When will it be my chance to rise?   I’m losing hope faster than I can gain   The light is so far from here   My broken wings mend    Time to rise   I escape into the hands of my real savior   I’ve stopped putting trust in people   They’re so imperfect   Why would I anyway?   When I’ll be safe forever    In the hands   The loving and gentle hands   Of my savior