Confession

So here I am again... I think I’ve sinned

I can’t exactly place the how or why

I tried to be a sister and a friend

I never dreamed she’d give this winged reply

The girl, the one I told you all about, the pretty one

who came here so devout

She told me all the things she felt she’d lost and all

the things she feared to be without

I told her all the things that I’d been told: those

comforts that I took when I was young

But still I think she only saw me old... I don’t know

what I said to make her run

She’s given up the veil, the vows she’d sworn; abandoned

any effort to conform

Without a word to anyone, she’s gone her way alone, a

dove escaping back into the storm

I tried to show her I could understand, but still she

chose to leave me for the cold

It makes me doubt the woman that I am -- and, God forgive

me, all that I’ve been told

So here I am again... I think I’ve sinned

I can’t exactly place the how or why

I tried to be a sister and a friend

I never dreamed she’d give this winged reply