Russell G. Robison

BATTLE CONFESSION

Never will my hands be washed clean
Though so many times I’ve tried
Never will my soul be wiped clean
Long ago my friend it died

Never will the heart inside me
Find a way to lose the shame
Never will the world I once knew
In my eyes look quite the same

For the madness of my actions
And the things that I have done
There remains a storm inside me
For I killed a mother’s son

From those moments needing doing
When the choice was kill or live
All that’s left is just my heartbeat
And the prayer to God, forgive