Down on my knees…
“Bless me Father - you probably think that I am bad….”
My spirits soar into the dusky haze
Living on the edge of my emotion
Why can't it be like this always
The most amazing sensation I ever had
But Father – why does what is bad feel so right
Why does it feel so good to love her so
Walking along the edge of elation
I say “yes”, but you say “no”
Perhaps I need some other insight
I’ll do what I please