Collection:Confessions

What is life without its secrets?...
We might never know

We always seem to cry a river for sombre faces,
As we undoubtedly perish in corpsed cases,

Under the soil we came
We are all the same
Once these words are said
I see faces drenched in tears,
The truth seemingly being sharpened spears
Aimed at Your heart....

Giving an innocent child a sinners start
There on with the highest we part
Unwillingly bringing your darkest fears to life

Fully clothed you lie
Confessions,secrecy and guilt becoming a burden
For that you live promiscuously I'm certain
Ask your self under who's circustances will you die?

For once you run from the truth death be second

As I say...Sin after sin we follow
We start digging at our own sorrow
From that we have an uncertain tomorrow

I am just a poet
Who will journey on,
Being life's pawn,
For my truth is yours to read,
Only when you relate shall I be freed