Conscience

When you ask for forgiveness, I pray for understanding, when you stop to think and witness, I am right here standing, when you play the game by hands, striking every last provoking second, you endure what life demands, liking every last provoking second. There is no intention greater than, there is no chances later than, yours, one who waits below the clouds, conjuring all of your lies, an attempt to fool the skies, await the day to become wise. Where do the good times go? When did the good times fade away? When will the sadness end? When will these bindings mend? And how does this keep you from falling? We all have our faults, our lives aren’t perfect, we all have to face one final judge, what is the verdict?