Things Vash may have pondered, at least part of the time, during all the many years when he wandered alone.

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Penance

So far from home my steps have trod

These many, weary, miles abroad

My friends are safest when I'm gone

And so I wander, all alone

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Away from home, hearts are so cool

I'm oft compelled to play the fool

If through this farce, a life is saved

I count it worth the price I've paid

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Cold hearts, and dry, are all around

So little peace and love I've found!

It hurts to see them waste their lives

On strife and hate, like Millions Knives

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Though he did cause the ships to fall

I must take some blame for the pall

That's fallen on their hearts and minds

If I gave more, they'd be less blind

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I grieve for children growing here

They should not need to live in fear

My hands still work, I will atone

Till then, my life is not my own

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Another's sorrow I will ease

And then I'll fall down on my knees

To pray for their souls, and for mine

That grace upon us all will shine

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O God, You made both night and day

And You, alone, can choose or say

If we'll be judged, or else forgiv'n

Have mercy on us, Your children

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I do not own Trigun / Vash: he belongs to the amazing Mr. Yasuhiro Nightow.