A Rhythm on the Dirt
My feet patter on quietly
The never-ending cycle
A pounding in my mind
Nothing can cure the hurt
I have inflicted so violently
The never-ending cycle
I'll never leave it behind
Onward I travel
Day by day, I endlessly wander
Looking, always looking
From behind my endless grin
Eternally I marvel
I concentrate, I ponder
Looking, always looking
For my atonement for my sin
This is my penance
This is my crime
The weight I carry for all time.
And as my feet pitter-patter
I feel my sins drawing
But I accept my punishment
And silently await my soul to shatter.