Age Old Rumours
I have lied, I have told,
A few wild unbelievable stories.
Oh yes my way has been wild.
The art once cultivated was,
A downfall to my honest goal.
But I do not deceive thee,
For what could be my aim?
A misguided foolish young fantasy,
May well have sold me out.
Where once I held a vision,
My actions proved me a fake.
Now all I’m left with is guilt,
Of what hurt I may have done.
You would be just in not believing,
That I deserve a second chance.
But would you see the effort,
I have made to be made new?
And would you also know forgiveness,
That could stop me in my tracks?
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