Check Mate

We forgive you.
it's been awhile love
I might have felt sorry
now reading your obituary
I admit to nothing

a two-fold cord act
a last chance
a hidden muse
You start to dance

Thumb tack in your toe
still there
Conclusions open book
still there
you let the dice role


Friends agree
to ego rising
Too small a bandage
to stop the pining
And you wait


Birthing's cry slams the door
Left takes your hand
Right anchored in a grave
Sins weigh more to you
then God has forgave

And still you wait

Self destructive
Selfish seeking
abomination that resides
Left but to the hope
in a child's innocent eyes

One.
First held,gave still pure
gave to ruin, gave of love
Three.
Paints a heart, to make it pure
gave from ruin, gave to love

We have forgiven you.
Now own closure
We live paying the price
for those sins never paid