WHY?
running up to you
innocence clear in my face
you are of god...a man in the holy race
you take me in your lap
you give my nose the same loving tap
i tell you my biggest secret
and that is my biggest regret
you take me by the hand
and throw me to the stairs where i land
you say i committed a sin
all i can say is "when?"
you call a nun
you tell her what i had done
you take me to a small room
filled with a cross, old books, and apparent gloom
locked in their for what seemed like hours on end
praying hard to repent my sins
"I'll never tell a soul...
"I'll never let it out...
"I by this cross and this bruise I'll swear
"To never let anyone hear...
" The confession of my sin and the memories i must bear."
never shall i convey my thoughts
for i know that it will always be this that is brought
for who could i share this lonely view?
of a cross and a pew..
kneeling in front of this solemn statue
i see a dove fly
and i wish i could be with it and reach the sky
but alas those dreams of love and piece are gone
replaced by my sorrowful song
as i sing my favorite lullaby...
i whisper "good-bye"
created 8/4 6:21p.m.
