Call for an Absolution

I am speaking into the wind

Telling tales of what I see

As a man with one voice

I cry to him

My cries echoes over the hills

Trembling the earth beneath his feet

I wait and I listen

For a while I think he does not hear me

Its then I hear him speak

Peace my son….. be still

One think makes me exist

It is the possibility that maybe

I can be a better man for him

But my lusts, hunger

Betray me

I look at her and all I want

Is the freedom only she can give

Me

But even this thought is SIN

Now I am on a cliff

My eyes on the skies

Waiting for what

Only he can tell me

I am a man

A voice that hungers for an absolution

My feet are planted

My eyes fixed on the setting sun

The darkness comes

And soon it will be high lonesome

Then I would have to wait once again

For the rising sun