Those precious tears that rise up from your eyes
Now let me know that I have been forgiven,
An hour ago my soul you did deride
Fair with the very right and weight of heaven;
I am not worthy for I have deceived,
Ranged far from heart and home and all I loved,
Not sure of even yet what I believed,
A prisoner by lust and pride enslaved.
But I have broken free those bonds, yes free;
Bashed through the sordid gates of living hell
So that once more your visage I might see
Before pronouncement by that surly bell.
My tears join yours, I touch that precious face
That through black venery I so disgraced.
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