Confess © Donna Rae Lands
Confess and profess our guilty soul…
We’ll get caught trying to be so smart…
Our hidden secrets will tear us apart…
Prayer up the stairs would be better…
Up in smoke tied to a tether…
Confess and profess our guilty soul…
We hurt ourselves more than others…
Peace is upon all our dearest brothers…
Our hidden secrets will tear us apart…
Just pretend it all for dishes and wishes of a la carte…
Rest and relaxing plays its enduring role…
Confess and profess our guilty soul…
We know the acts of guilt are not good for you…
Yet, we do what makes us very unhappy and wary blue…
Our hidden secrets will tear us apart…
Rise out of fear in our hidden closets of dark…
Deep down we escape our fate to take their mark…
Confess and profess our guilty soul…
Our hidden secrets will tear us apart…
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