Stained
Alone here in the night.
So many memories come out to play.
There's those that I hold near.
Other's I can't seem to wash away.
I tell you the devil like this game.
When I don't want to play.
I'm sorry for the hurt I have caused you.
This is all I have to say...
I know that I'm stained.
With the inperfections in my life.
An easy admissiojn to my guilt.
When I know I haven't done things right.
Yet I'm no longer ashamed.
For I know that I'm stained.
Left to my own devices,
I changed the perfect world which we had known.
Living on such a high.
To crumble right down to this low.
I know in my heart I love you.
As I feel it there everyday.
Without you, my life has become unglued.
Please understand these words I say.
Stained is the skin I live in everyday.
With time it will not fade.
Like a child it's the sandbox where I play.
I'm fine with living my life stained.
I know that I'm stained.
With the inperfections in my life.
An easy admission to my guilt.
When I know I haven't done things right.
I'm no longer ashamed.
Now I Can easily see now that I'm stained.
Copyright © Robert Stevens | Year Posted 2010
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