Brian Webb - Not A Confession Lyrics
Make no mistake about itThis is not a confessionJust a plea, or maybe permission to disbelieveBut I'm scared here, and I cannot moveand the truth is, Lord, I don't think its just meSo why is this honestyso suprisingif its what you created me to beAnd here's a womanwith a poor manHis smellis more than I'de like to bareBut she kisses himand she holds himWith admiration, I just go homeSo why is her kindnessso suprisingwhen its what she was created to beAnd why is lovingso suprisingwhen its what we were created to be