Redemption

Forensic lighting covers my path
of thoughts and love long past
Reminding me of who I'm not
the person I have forgot.

Crimes of joy and heaven of hate
Sits in my lap, upon my plate
Twisted, inside out from in
Holding tightly to my sin

Nothing saves me from the scene
Because no one here believes
That I, as me, can turn around
And hold the freedom that should be found.


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11-17-06