I won’t tattoo your sins across my heart,
Or bear the guilt and shame of what you do.
The ones inscribed inside my arms,
I wear for me and not for you.
They speak of truth and freedom sweet.
It’s not for you, that my skin bleeds.
I won’t tattoo your crimes across my heart.


I Did Not Know

If I knew then, what I know now,
I hope I would behave
In such a different manner
As to not be sorrow’s slave.

Could I re-do those long hard months
I hope I’d see a little
Clearer than I did back then
Without my heart so bitter.

If I knew then, what I know now,
I’d do it all again.
But the only reason I know now,
Is that I did not know it then.