Born With Blood On My Hands

Dearest mother
must I still suffer
can’t you ever look beyond
what ever say I’ve done
Save me mother
from the taunting mirror
and malice in your eyes
you cared not to disguise
I won’t be mourned
I understand
but I was born
with blood on my hands
with blood on my hands
and it stayed there
And trough the storm
my journey’s planned
for I’ve been scorned
across the land
there’s blood on my hands
and it stayed there
Dearest father
no mercy for your martyr
I tell you I have tried
to stop avoiding life
All my brothers
stood by one another
you told them that I stained
your precious family name
I want be mourned…
I have sworn
on the witness stand
that I was born
with blood on my hands
with blood on my hands
and I stayed there