There are tongues that lash
While others confess.
Whipping to attack back and forth,
Wrapping to protect itself.

There are deeper things within us all
Which will never get expressed.
Not a sigh, not a peep,
To the grave they shall go.

Confessing all to the ones we love,
Always something is left unsaid
That is between me and the grave.
Lord forgive me for trusting only you.

Didn’t I tell you before?
I’ve washed my hands already.
But I confess the stain
Won’t come off. Lord forgive me.

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