Penance
When I came out
From confession, I was always blinded
By the light streaming inside
Stained by the glass
And I'd find my hands were crimson
Folded as I prayed
For forgiveness for wanting new skin
For wanting a body I'd fit in
For wanting to leave it
And now I'm going back, moving to Hampton
Maybe I'll go back to confession
Tell them what I've been up to since then
Confess to some things I don't think are sins
Autor(es): Printing Shed
