Forgive me Lord

for nights of debauchery
in spring fever
i was o'ertaken by lust
wanting nothing more than the momentary fix
screaming out my soul in the electronic night,
wandering the streets like a stray dog.

forgive me Lord
for being so frustrated with this culture
wanting nothing more than to fuck some beautiful
17 year old lass,
wanting to be in her world
saying "fuck you" to the world in the Last Tango in Paris mood,
having lost my youthful rebellion.

I want a home, Lord, I want a home.
Thank you for my church, my family, my soul.
Sometimes, I still get restless and youthful,
wanting to try surfing, snowboarding or bungy jumping...
something extremely risky.

But you are always with me
through the darkest days of my life,
you are with me.