I learned to get down on my knees, before I learned how to write

How to apologize to a god, before I could understand what his presents in my life would mean

I prayed for him to forgive me my sins, while the devil already had his roots seeded deep inside me

I abandoned the cross a long time ago in excange for my freedom

But from time to time I still find myself back on my knees

Legs starting to feel numb and stiff down on that cold stone

Hands folded like I have been tought

Head held low

Asking for any kind of forgiveness, because I know I can't give it myself