I am sorry for what I put you through,
But I won\'t stop praising you.
No matter what mistakes I\'ve made,
I will give you all the praise.
I know you are so good to me,
And in your freedom I must be.
So I give to caesar what belongs to him,
The thieving barstools can never win.
Your richness surpasses the glory of gold,
The thief when found shall restore seven fold.
I am not seeking forgiveness,
But allow me to be bold.
So come what may, I\'ll take my stripes,
Knowing you gave it all, to save my life.
It sounds like a cope out!
I broke their rules.
Now my wife takes the blame,
For me being a fool!