Sunday, February 14, 2021

Wounded Confession

My body broken by the years
My heart beating hated tears
My mind screaming every word
Not a sound able to be heard
My time on earth is a harvest
As my sins burn inside I confess
Let the rain come, let the end come
So let my time here be done
Let funerary bells be rung
I hope my life was worthy
For I did all of my duties
I reject the curse
I had a life of worth
Let the rain come down
Let it all come down