Conscience calls at night,
Reminding me of the past.
It\'s familiar company.
What is there to say?
How to make it go away?
There is no answer.
Things I should have done,
All the people I have wronged,
Appear before me.
They circle my room
In the uneasy darkness
Speaking silently.
There\'s nowhere to look
To relieve the agony
That lives within me.
Empty thoughtnessless
Written in the ink of truth
On my waiting shroud.
How can I atone
For neglecting those I loved,
Those who cared for me?
Yet I know they wait
With the purity of faith
For God\'s clemency.
And those whom I\'ve wronged,
Seeking their own salvation,
Will forgive me, too.
Shining hopeful light,
That I might see my own sins,
And choose the better path.
Then spectral circle
Fades away to memories,
Leaving just the night.