ITS BEST TO CONFESS

I MUST CONFESS 
MY LIFE’S A MESS
AND MY HEART IS FILLED WITH PAIN.

THOUGH THE SKIES ARE BLUE 
AND THE SUN BURNS THROUGH 
ALL I CAN FEEL IS RAIN.

I CALLED YOU A CHEAT
AND SHACKLED YOUR FEET 
BLAMING YOU FOR THINGS 
YOU HAD NOT DONE.

AND NOW THAT YOU’RE GONE
I REALIZE MY WRONG 
AND WHISH THAT YOU
WILL RETURN.

IT WAS I THAT LIED
BECAUSE OF THE PAIN INSIDE 
THAT I WAS CARRYING 
FROM RELATIONSHIPS PAST.

HOW FOOLISH WAS I 
TO MAKE YOU CRY
CAUSING OUR LOVE TO DIE.

NOW THESE LONELY NIGHTS 
CRIES OUT TO ME
AS I LAY HERE IN MY MESS,
AND IN THE DARKNESS OF MY ROOM 
AND THE DEPTHS OF MY GLOOM 
I TAUGHT IT BEST TO CONFESS.

WILFORD BARKER.