Out of guilt

I think about,

the right and wrong.

And good and bad,

that comes along.

So on my guitar,

I play a song,

to ease the pain,

of morals gone.

For every tune,

there is a sound,

in hurtful hearts,

is felt profound.

Sometimes I try,

to contradict,

my wicked thoughts,

when times are strict.

For every deed,

does have a cost.

But no righteous act,

is ever lost.

To live with guilt,

a single day,

is enduring ache,

of tooth decay.

I feel the pain,

that pounds within.

I seek relief,

from every sin.

To you my Lord,

I grieve regret.

so come tomorrow,

I shall forget.

There is no comfort,

in tunes or song.

No words or music,

could fix the wrong.

I seek forgiveness,

from every soul,

I had tormented,

or lives had stole.