Unforgiven

In the shadow of today
He looks back and see's the faults he has committed
The sea of unforgiven sins seems to call his name
As he drift's through life...Unawakened and unwanted...

He put's on a face of joy and happiness
When in reality he is a lost soul, a unforgiven wretch in this place we call a world
Blood courses through the veins, but does not reach the heart
Because his heart...Seems to have broken a long time ago.

His body rots in the gutter of life
And he has no support, he is still unforgiven
The crimes he has committed cannot be forgiven
For he is scared of just doing it again...and again...and                             

                                      again.

There are those who try to guide this tortured soul
Those who try to support him
But he cannot accept their support
Because until they have been supported themselves, he must support himself.

He carry's on his day
Not worrying about his own troubles
But thinking about how to make the people around him happy
The Drifting, Unforgiven Wretch...In this place we call a world.