Confess

You want me to admit I'm wrong;
You want me to confess,
To my crimes, some horrid sins,
Mistakes due for redress.

I cannot forswear anything
I do not hold as truth,
The difference lies upon the view,
Perspective, on the proof.

Your right and wrong are not my own,
Our morals, night and day.
Unplug your ears, un-blind your eyes,
Let understanding stay.

You want me to admit I'm wrong,
You want me to confess--
The only sins seen by my eyes
Are your fear and loneliness.

By Succubus