The gavel bangs
And echoes fill the empty room
As the Judge declares: "Guilty."
I, the defendant am guilty.
Guilty- tainted and filthy with pride and ignorance.
I could've been a better man
Should've been better, but I had not.
My scrutiny barely begun
But all fingers point at me
All proved GUILTY, GUILTY, GUILTY.
And the evidence doesn't lie, at least not in the same way as hypocritical me.
My parents cried in dismay:
"We didn't raise you this way!"
Of course you hadn't.
You brought me up with morals as clear as day,
And in return I had disgraced your name with immense shame.
I was careful and sure
Till' as I grew up, the line became clear no more.
I questioned my morals,
And my morals questioned me.
What I was taught was impossible to do
When in face of what I would see.
My morals had become a chain,
When they were supposed to keep me free from sin.
I found myself guilty of all the things I should've done.
