following the tide
as it washes away
the sins of our day
of wronging and pride
that come back day after day
just like the tide
2...
my sins invisible
something you can't see
weighing me down
makes me hunch over
hide my face from the world
so you can't see
the shame i feel
why am i so ashamed?
3...
i hear the rhythm of my father
the rumbling of his motorcycle
the buzzing of his saw
the simmer of his cooking
the snoring in his sleep
the bubbling of his coke
the laughter in his voice
the love in his heart