Father, please forgive me
for I know not what I do,
but Father, you and I both know
that statement isn’t true.
I wish that I could say it is;
that I’m a lemming in a fall,
but alas, if I’m a lemming,
I’m the one who leads them all.
I’ve always known what I should do
and yet I still bestow
a gift upon myself that keeps me
distant and alone.
Because of choices I have made,
I wrestle with the rules.
Freedom is a life without
the recklessness of fools.
I’m a player in a game of chance
that could end in my demise
and my only hope is the luck I have
and that is based on lies.
I draw a card; I roll the dice;
I pray a selfish prayer,
and even if I draw the ace,
my rival draws a pair.
Father, please forgive me
for I know not what I do,
but Father, you and I both know
that statement isn’t true.
Father, don’t forget me.
I don’t want to be alone.
Don’t leave me here inside this world
that breaks my fragile soul.