I wore the mark of Cain
Like a stain upon my soul
How I dreaded to return
To my former family role

Trust is but the air we breathe
Betrayal a choke in our lies
Days I have prayed to be forgiven
More often I had prayed to die

Now I prefer to ride the winds of change
With a guitar upon my knee
Giving in to new ways
I have no time for grief...