My palms turned yellow as I walked through the frosty night
I could hear ma heart beat as I was filled with fright
Wish I could run back home and tell Papa about the fight
That would be suicide
I saw how evil Anger was.
He left me in this cold after giving me his convincing piece of advice
I knew the police would come looking for me
I wondered if telling the truth might really set me free
Freedom from guilt or freedom from those iron bars filled with hungry criminals
I never meant to lay hands on her
It was the work of the Devil - yeah thats what they all say
I denied my conscience
Invited anger and kicked out Patience
My prayers won't save me
Time won't turn back to correct my actions
But faith offers me another chance
A choice I need to make
Turn myself in or be a fugitive.
-Anim
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