I cannot see through the sand. As time is swept away by the wind.
It carries me as well and takes me from my sin.
I have done good things; they weigh less than the bad.
The scale is unjust I say, but internally I am still glad.
At least it was I that did those actions. It was me.
I cannot lay my faults at another’s feet, I cannot turn and flee.
We run in the night, blinded by the tears of knowledge.
Even as we kneel down and pray, as we do pledge.
He nods every time, he understands even us.
We pour forth our past, we feel we must.
No one cares about you, just die and be done.
But to stick around when not wanted, that does sound like fun.