Broken Water Pipe

I dig and then I dig no more
The ground is like an open sore
A wound that opens up so wide
It makes it hard for me to hide

I know that what I've done is wrong
The condemnation will be long
May waters flow and wash away
The deed that I have done this day

I hope that you will let it go
And help me cover up this woe
For wounds can only sow dismay
The ground on which no child will play

So there it is, I have no more
No words to lay upon this score
No glue to bind and heal my pride
A hole, so ever deep and wide