I’m having a hard time

I’m having a hard time you see

With churches and religious institutions that be

Don’t give me your best spiritual words

They fly past me like a flock of humming birds

All the verses you spout

Are a deafening shout

Against my spirituality

You stare at me critically

And judge my morality

Your venom dripping lethally

When the only words I need to hear

Are words you’d wish would disappear:

I am sorry.

I’m sorry for the hurt and pain

The times we cut you down to the vein

I’m sorry for the sharp tongues

How we sucked the air from your lungs

Those moments you were neglected

When we left you hanging and disconnected

I am sorry.

We have stolen the sacrifice

When our own love comes at a price

Why are those three words so hard to say?

You should stick them on replay

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

I am sorry.