Unforgiven
03/2000

My heart aches from unforgiven mistakes.
It burns for a new life
where I'm no longer a face
marked by my own sin.
I'm a stranger in my own eyes.
No longer acting on
the morals I once held so closely.
My desire to erase my past
has left me barren.
I yearn to feel the passion of life,
to drink its intoxicating liquors of love and happiness.
I must be a stranger
no longer branded by my past faults,
a friendly, foreign smile
in the eyes of the world
and of my own heart.

 

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