The King of Martyrs

The King Of Martyrs
Your tears fall like rain
You try and feel the pain
Why is it you feel
You must try and heal
All the wounded souls
Left scattered by the wind
The wind is not fickle
Life is one big sin
You cheat yourself and martyr
your own soul away
I am here to tell you
You deserve better
Not to torture yourself so
True love will only find you
When you truly let go
Throw down all your shackles
Fly and be free
Only then will you know
where you were meant to be