she washed her sins away.

and she never ever wanted all her days so filled with shame
but the regret of never knowing wholeness occupied her brain
and the minutes turned to hours, and the hours turned to days
as she began to feel her inward child slowly fade away

she didn't want to be this way, no, her heart would never long
for rapidly declining stealth, to forget how she once was strong.
while she smiled for the thousands, she cried for only one...
her heart broken on the inside, and nowhere for her to run.

solace was a rarity on those lonely days and nights
the peace she longed for never came, instead, just inward fights
her restless sleep, her terrored nights, only fed the agony
and nobody thought, nor cared to know, that she was far from free.

sometimes she'd sit and wonder where her youthful years had gone.
she was 17, to be this broken, something must be wrong...
a daily battle, fighting for her strength and dignity
until one day, there was nothing left for her except to see...

she'd had enough, the pain must die, the shame, it had to go
and she'd fight it to the death, even if the world would know
and sure, it hurt, and sure, she bled, but she knew without a doubt
that when the war was over, with god's help, she would come out.

so she washed her sins away, yes, she washed her sins away
in a blood that covers multitudes, a blood that takes the pain
and she washed her sins away, oh yes, she washed her sins away
and she understood what wholeness was when she broke free that day.

the end seems to have come, but yet, this story still lives on
this girl who you've just read about has grown and become strong
she lives her life for christ alone and finds identity
and i'm sure you would have never guessed that this lone girl was me.