I wander, passing the world,
Begging, searching for a place….
And "where" I wonder are my sins to be forgiven?
The place I never knew.
Years of wandering, I gave up hope,
Saving me is not a goal,
To atone, I search for pain itself,
And I can never have a home.
10 years I have seen and felt,
The suffering which I had dealt,
I know I can never forgive myself,
A monster I remain, until my death.
She took my blood-soaked hand,
Wiped it on her tears,
She took away the pain,
She washed away my fears,
And after all these years, that elusive place,
I gave up hope, but now, I see it in her face.