Guilt

And when I see that people are crushing down around me,
And I’m the reason why their suffering grows bigger,
I lift my head and waters of guilt are still upon me,
While shadows on my forehead are starting all to linger;

The blame is mine; I take it, and live with it forever;
I must admit betrayal, I must admit despair;
And when I die if fire is what my God will give me,
I should embrace it rather that fighting it in vain.

Can’t curse the day my breathing has touched this mortal waters;
Can’t blame the gift of living for everything I’ve done;
As I, like all, had choices, and never chose the better,
But mocked my own emotions and ended up with none;

Remorseful now I’m leading the harps to my destruction
And watch each piece in fire, and gone is all the rest;
All vanished, and all evil, as all the hearts I’ve broken
Have ripped my own one, tore it, and pulled in through my chest;