Forgive me.
I am
The liar, who has posioned the chalice, the bitter taste of loss
Still upon my lips
It is true
That I didn't know
What
I was doing, I was too young to think of my actions,
But I am
The one
Who is suffering now
Now is the time for all good men to
Stand up for what they believe in
I wait
And try to tell you
I'm sorry