Out of guilt

I think about, the right and wrong. And good and bad, that comes along. So on my guitar, I play a song, to ease the pain, of morals gone. For every tune, there is a sound, in hurtful hearts, is felt profound. Sometimes I try, to contradict, my wicked thoughts, when times are strict. For every deed, does have a cost. But no righteous act, is ever lost. To live with guilt, a single day, is enduring ache, of tooth decay. I feel the pain, that pounds within. I seek relief, from every sin. To you my Lord, I grieve regret. so come tomorrow, I shall forget. There is no comfort, in tunes or song. No words or music, could fix the wrong. I seek forgiveness, from every soul, I had tormented, or lives had stole.