Lonely path

I tried to write my sins away.
But they have stayed another day.
No freedom comes,  though I believe.
No soothing call. No curt reprieve.

If I succumb this very night
If I walk, lost, to the grey light.
Would you remember all we had?
Could you recall when you were glad

to hold my hand and breathe in time
with my own breath, with my own rhyme?
Or would you know,  deep in your heart,
forgive, forget, regret... depart.

I know I lost. I know I failed.
I know the songs of me regaled
just wrath and pain, and tears of mist.
When all alone,  you cried and wished

that God had not sent you my way.
To walk the night. Deny the day.
And you would curse the God above.
In screams to take away this love,

which holds your hand, and guides your feet
to where,  at last,  our souls will meet,
within the clouds, or in the flame.
With the regrets, or less the shame.

I tried to write my sins away,
and so I kneel, and long I pray,
that God may turn aside my fear.
That God again, will lend His ears