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.