Brian Webb Not A Confession
Make no mistake about it
This is not a confession
Just a plea, or maybe permission to disbelieve
But I'm scared here, and I cannot move
And the truth is, Lord, I don't think it's just me
So why is this honesty
So suprising
If it's what you created me to be
And here's a woman
With a poor man
His smell
Is more than I'de like to bare
But she kisses him
And she holds him
With admiration, I just go home
So why is her kindness
So suprising
When it's what she was created to be
And why is loving
So suprising
When it's what we were created to be
