i'm so sorry
i really really really am
there's this queer ache inside of me right now
a dull throbbing emotion that i cant quite place my finger on
quarts of guilt mingled with sadness and inability
sloshed all around in fits of emotion
i think i'm the one to break the silence
i know i hold the key
but the user manual's been lost for ages
and i don't remember how to fit it into the keyhole any longer
it's times like these when sorry isn't the hardest word to say
sorry is the hardest action to portray
and when you've unknowingly, unwittingly wielded the instrument of hurt
you realise too late,
that it's a double edged sword that you're holding
and that you bleed just as much

i'm sorry i've been so selfish with my heart
Lord, help me to right my wrongs
and help me to cauterise as best as i know how
the hurts i've been responsible for
and Lord, help me to be Your sunbeam