***They said, rebellion’s in our blood. The lure for forbidden pumping through our veins.
Its breath so close, you can hear it breathe. Only a whisper away.
I swore I could unlock my soul at anytime. I swore it didn’t matter.
I swore selling myself wasn’t a crime. I believed I was too strong to shatter.
They taught me the art of hurting, the people I loved most.
I learned to silence the guilt with a smile and a toast.
But the taste was ever recurrent. I could always taste it on my tongue.
I could taste the difference between good and bad. The flavor between right and wrong.
Every year I’d promise. And every year I’d break.
Every year I’d bow to sin and then call those sins mistakes.
Now I have to wonder. As I pray. And the shadows run by fast.
If I put a finger to my lips, could I fool the demons of the past.
And still waters run so deep; could I ever really forget.
Could I erase the memories, one by one, numb them with regret
When it’s all over, I won’t ask, will my sins be lost and snuffed.
When the dust settles. The question will be: will forgiveness be enough.