It was my pain and my shame
It was my guilt and my name
It was my choice and my life
Though there was always strife
I had no need to hide
I was covered in pride
I didn't need His light
I was doing alright
I made some mistakes
But so good being fake
I wasn't hurting that bad
Just occasionally sad
Not as moral as I should
Randomly misunderstood
A King leaving His throne
Knowing I was so all alone
Just pretending to thrive
But so dead not alive
His Blood shed for me
For a new identity
Cleansing and redeeming
Tears steadily streaming
Forgiven and aware
How could I dare
Drowning in sin
Again and again
To receive this love
Me covered in blood
The Savior saw me
And hung on a tree
The rest is HIStory
