They come in the night
In interludes of silence
Some in alcohol's influence
To seek a confessor
Crimes unknown, unlabeled
Yet bearing a heavy load
Hidden but omnipresent
Surfacing like sewage ripe
The dying creep along it
A long road of redemption
Seeking absolution direct
For an impending change
In these moments presiding
The frailties of men awaken
Their voices in pleading tones
Bated in regret unresolved
Alas, alas be ever prudent
In word, in act, or in deeds
Sorrow's corona weighs heavy
While searching a confessor