It could not be forgiven; it had to be a sin.
It didn’t matter if you were all alone
Or misunderstood. Even if you were “out-of-the-zone,”
Or couldn’t escape the trouble you were in.
You were probably addicted, be it drugs, sex, or gin.
But an act like that I could never condone.
You would steal your opportunity to ever atone
For it all. Did you think our loss was your win?
But how can I now believe that your fate was sealed,
After experiencing this pain that, before, I never knew?
My mind regrets all the wounds that were left unhealed,
But now I have to accept that there is just nothing I can do.
Yet how to shake the image of you in a field,
Lying there, breathing your last, with their pictures set all around you?