I have a confession
i'd like to make
Or rather i'd want
The world to join in.
...
Where are you going
scarlet maiden
with bloody hands
and slippy hattred?
...
Who will trade
this witch for a life?
No potions or shade
of magic in rife
...
Old man looked up from his grave
Hearing soft footsteps on the snow
Knowing that he could not be saved
So turned around, and bendt to bow.
...
Confession
I have a confession
i'd like to make
Or rather i'd want
The world to join in.
So lovers, who
Hide in the night
Confess
So writers who
Have inked hands
Confess
So children, who
Were taught to love
Confess
And you souls who
just rose above
Confess
and the rest of us all shall confess
For we all have to love
For we all have to pray
And come out to the light
So dark won't come again.