If loving's wrong, I did the deed,
You too, with me, planted the seed.
We both were lost, a twisted fate,
One freed, one left to bear the weight.
Why do I ask, then, day by day?
Is pardon's touch so far away?
If tears bring joy, or love's too slight,
Will mercy ever grace my night?
How long, dear Lord, must I endure?
Is kindness truly, surely pure?
This time, I'll try a different way,
Perhaps you'll smile at my new play.
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