I confess
It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
I walk into the shower like any other day
Naked my body naked my soul
Let the water runs down my chin,
But it is too lame to wash away my sin
When I feel hungry, I can faint but not steal
When I get angry, I can run but not blame
When I experience pain, I can suffer but not attack
When I am being loved, I can be pleased but not spoiled
I confess
Not for being weak
Not for wanting to win
It’s just that
I am not able to forget your suffering faces
How wonderful it is that
I can shine your eyes
how delightful it is that
I can light your paths
I confess
and only wish that
I led you a better road under my mistakes