Guilt..
Guilt...
In my darkest craziest days.
Does my angel of life still sprinkle rays.
To balance the darkness that I have once portrayad.
Haunted by the things that I have done.
Guilty of many things that I done wrong.
Baptized I thought I have been saved.
Guilt never left, it never went away.
Living like I never done nothing wrong.
Darkness of Evil is so very wreaking strong.
Knowing, no is perfect in this day and age.
I cry on my hands and knees then pray and pray.
This guilt, this guilt, it never leaves.
I beg for forgiveness then Jesus still lets me breathe
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