Super-Crayon

the past is torture when hallowed halls become regretful thoughts where was God when we needed Him? He stood outside, waiting to be let in we kicked Him out the door we left Him alone we left ourselves confused nothing will change it now we had our chance but we can't turn back now He stood outside our door but we were having too much fun ignoring Him through ashes and memories we broke the bonds we swore we'd keep severed by divine grace oh thank you, Lord you saved us before it was too late before it was too late.... nothing will change it now we had our chance but we can't turn back now He stood outside our door but