SINS

by OM   Nov 27, 2004


SINS

You asked me too many questions
in my fight to find the truth
u've questioned all my reasons,
maybe i would answer
if u gave me a little space.

im just another fact
to keep others from my fate
So count the sins upon me
up and down my arms they run

i remember every one of those sins
If you think you know
what it feels like
too have all these sins
or if you ever want to kno
visit my grave outside the church
its buried deep in the snow

BY ~~ME~~©

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