Trailing My Conscience
Trailing My Conscience
I was there, though not my senses.
With swollen eyes, bruised face
I saw a hazy scene
The man was there
I remember him, he is the one I defrauded
So what, he is discreet and has been shielded
Might be for his family, or rich status that he was spared
Or is he really a man of dignity, who cared
Oh! did I question
That's an unlikely equation
I have a reputation of being cold and stringent
And that excuse to me is relevant
Why, why just now
I don't remember how
I am not supposed to be this way
This is who I am today.