Death by the Shadows I hold near and dear,

By birth of the Light I so fear,

I Swing and Sway to this day,

I've lost my way and I'm not okay,

I feel the burn of Christian anoint,

I can only predict I'll disappoint,

The silly Church hopes I'm a Saint,

But I'm filled with the darkness used to taint,

I'll make them rue day so then they'll see,

The kind of Saint I hope to be... MVL