Wash your sins away
or your heart's vacancy will find
guilt, an ever burdening resident
I'll carry your ball and chain.
Hold your tribulations no longer
you are more than your mistakes
Your grip is no longer white knuckles
but, instead half attempted smiles.
I see your joy trickling back
Overcoming this pain has set you free,
you are at peace with the demons in your head
You let go.