It is not right how things unfurled,
These products of a heedless girl.
I did not mean for it this way,
In blinding lust, my heart did stray.
In selfish halls, my demons fed,
And many things were left unsaid.
Engulfed by pride, I could not see,
The ones whose hands supported me.
By thankless hand, I thrust and swung,
And knife, in blameless souls did plunge.
Consumed by pride and selfish greed,
The purest hearts I know will bleed.
I cannot stop what has been done,
Nor atone for what is to come.
But I am shamed in discontent,
And pride in which I can’t frequent.
For those I love, will hurt again,
And I, the master of their pain.
I shall not ask your forgiveness,
I don’t deserve such sweet kindness.
I ask instead you all should know
And understand mine own sorrow.
But for all you will endure,
My words, I feel, fall ever short.
If many words, do actions speak,
I pray what you will think of me.
I know it may be hard to tell,
As I force you all to walk through hell.
But I do so deeply love each one,
Like the winter flower loves the sun.
And of this life we are a part,
The path of love lies cold and dark.
If nothing else, heed my mistakes,
To help you forge the path to take.
So, with all the love I can sustain,
Rebellious Children, break the chain!