I am wrong for my wrongs, guilty as charged.
Guilty as a child who innocently sins.
Guilty for drifting away from Your dreams.
Guilty for lacking in all that You need.
Guilty for being the fuel of Your grief.
Guilty for the life I have forced You to lead.
Guilty as charged with no room for a plead.
…
Maybe one day, I’ll fade out of sight.
Maybe that day my wrongs will be right.