Are Sins Ever Forgiven?

Are sins ever forgiven? Can you tell me who to ask

whether it's okay to feel okay before my time has passed.

The weighty words you wield are still stuck in my hide

and echo all your missives that you wrote me while you cried.

I swear I've dropped my ego and drove it in the ground.

I hid away so you can dodge my face around our town.

I've killed the man you hated and I've come through in his stead.

And yet, this weighty crown of guilt still hangs overhead.

Are sins ever forgiven? Not sure. I've never tried.

I lacked the will to take hold of the greatness that's inside.

And though I've found that will, I race against the clock.

Abused by the ticks. Always haunted by the tocks.

Is it too late to do good? To bring light like the stars?

Do you hope I make it out, or that I've fallen down too far?

Do you want to see me be the man you thought that I would be,

Or is it my part to stay in your heart as your mortal enemy?

Are sins ever forgiven? Should I go disturb the Fates?

Are stars ever rewritten? Do you think that it's too late?

Do you wish me dead and buried while you continue on irate?

Or do you ever want to see if I'm becoming something great?

Do you ever wish me peace, or to see me overcome?

Do you wish that I could move on and find another love?

I want to be forgiven. Do I deserve the chance?

Or do you regret that you ever called that fucking ambulance?