Ghosts follow me where ever I go.

What they want of me I don’t know.

Reckoning of a lost childhood they say.

The only salvation is to pray.

But to what Gods do I show my sinful face?

To seek mercy; and hate with love replace.

For what sins should I seek forgiveness?

If it is a sin to find in a stranger’s arms solace.

Lost I am; far from where I started out.

A victim of my own hearts drought.

I shun the rains as light does the darkness.

Withered I lie, and to spirits my love confess.

There is no respite for the sinner in us all.

But there awaits glory for every saint who falls.