My face is hidden to all who come,
my eyes cast down in shame.
I walk alone in fear that all will know,
the many sins I made.

My body aches as does my heart,
for the past of shame I led.
Days of suffering, repentance long gone,
absolution at eternity's end.

The ghosts of my sins,
forever will haunt me.
It has to be this way.
Existing in this fiery kiln
.