Here I go on my knees
Again, upon the altar.

Clasping palms knows no rest,
Just equal to impulsive pulse
Knows only unrest,

With each syllable,
My heart takes your name,
With each word,
My brain prays for forgiveness.

Forgiveness, for every sin
I had ever made
For each utterance
I have never said.

For breaking hopes,
For faking promises,
For everything I never did,
Then for everything I did.

I should have chosen my path,
Between Black and White.
Between the wrong and the Right
Alas! I could never stand up & say to the one,
'stop! You are doing no right.'