Be Kind, Fast Forward

I thought I was victim to my choices,
A helpless prisoner of my past.
Always a half empty glass,
No fire burning, all just ash.

I thought I was a slave to my old self.
Not determined, just deranged.
Charred by the challenges of change,
Morbid like a mutt marred with mange.

I thought I had to serve the man I was.
Lost to the Lord or any love,
Void of virtue, in vices glove.
Now I know I am enough!!

No capital crime corrupts my conscience.
The doubt I have for myself is nonsense.
I have the fortitude to forge my future,
With fortune and glory in this mortal contest.

I've failed and fallen as all men do,
And those are things I can't undo.
Onward! Upward! Forward toward
A life unseen! A life anew!

An iron will, a sword of valor, 
A hilt of hope and grace is gathered.
Wash away the stains, my soul is unchained!
I am the master of my domain!!