Sins

Your sins into me,

you've seen me cry,

you've seen my pain,

i was suffering.

 

(chorus)

your sins into me,

let the pain rise in me,

let there be more than just suffering,

your sins into me.

 

now i wanna see you cry and cry some more,

i wanna see your pain over and over again,

let you suffer for me.

 

your sins into me,

let the pain rise in me,

let there be more than just suffering,

your sins into me.

 

the crying stops,

as the last tear falls,

the pain is gone,

suffering is no more.

 

your sins left for all those to see,

death approaches me,

now all sins take there leave,

all out of me.

 

yours sins mean northing to me,

left the pain be gone,

let there be no suffering,

your sins outta me.

Reviews

[Ed Rector]

i enjoyed this and the meter seems to flow well enough but might need a bit of work... not much though... anyway... well done.

[Alexander W. Quinn]

I get a chill up my spine when I read this one. A great write, and I like the idea of having a "chorus" in the piece.