Endless hours and days of guilt,
A simple question to be spilt.
Caught inside a battle rages.
Sin within demands its wages.
Useless are the tears that flow,
Reaping daily what I've sown.
Silenced by my fear and pride,
The road to Hell is very wide.
Now I can't turn back the clock.
Guilt increases with each tock.
Hope engulfs the silent cry,
The Spirit lives and will not die.
A simple question-a single plea,
Please, wont' you forgive me?