Searching and searching
For any reason you chose me...
Still can't find any...
I was a mischiveous kid
With penchant for strife and intrigue
Concieted and disrespectful...
But still you chose me
Wondering and puzzled
Why it had to be me...
I was a wayward youth
Hater of discipline and social order
Full of self and megalomania
Yet you chose me.
Did you really mean me?
Coz my questions are endless...
One time you showed me love
Another, you healed me,
Again you rescued me from danger
But all i paid you with was redicule...
But still you chose me
Perhaps you were mistaken
I dearly want to know.
Was it me that you chose?
If i open my past
In any gainsaying way...
Perhaps it would justify your love
That as it may, you still chose me.
Despite all my craftiness and greed
My affinity for rage and feud
In the face of my stinking ingratitude
And erratic crave for deviance
In all insolence and nonchalance,
Wickedness that i relished and cherished
Lord you still chose me...
Now i know what you were looking for.
Not someone able.
No, not one with a reputation
Perfection was not what you sought,
But me who was wretched and hopeless...
That i may know how deep your love is.
For any reason you chose me...
Still can't find any...
I was a mischiveous kid
With penchant for strife and intrigue
Concieted and disrespectful...
But still you chose me
Wondering and puzzled
Why it had to be me...
I was a wayward youth
Hater of discipline and social order
Full of self and megalomania
Yet you chose me.
Did you really mean me?
Coz my questions are endless...
One time you showed me love
Another, you healed me,
Again you rescued me from danger
But all i paid you with was redicule...
But still you chose me
Perhaps you were mistaken
I dearly want to know.
Was it me that you chose?
If i open my past
In any gainsaying way...
Perhaps it would justify your love
That as it may, you still chose me.
Despite all my craftiness and greed
My affinity for rage and feud
In the face of my stinking ingratitude
And erratic crave for deviance
In all insolence and nonchalance,
Wickedness that i relished and cherished
Lord you still chose me...
Now i know what you were looking for.
Not someone able.
No, not one with a reputation
Perfection was not what you sought,
But me who was wretched and hopeless...
That i may know how deep your love is.
