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.
