Jul 17, 2004 22:55
A blot on a clear sheet of paper
A mistake almost invisible to the naked eye
Never to be erased
Always to be seen
Always to be judged
Never to be forgiven
A soul rinsed clean, for he suffered for purity
Blotted by a mistake hardly thought of, but always there
Never to be erased
Always to be seen
Always to be judged
Never to be forgiven
Without him
Without his love
Without his sacrifice
Without him
Without him it would never be erased
Without him it would always be seen
Without him it would always be judged
Without him it would never be forgiven
Without him