When shame has overwhelmed me like a curse
And scarlet cheeks now decorate my face,
Are manners failures and not evil worse
To cast a person out from their right place?
And scarlet cheeks now decorate my face,
Are manners failures and not evil worse
To cast a person out from their right place?
To disappear from here is all I wish
To hide myself beneath a beggar’s cloak.
To eat soup from a convent’s dish.
As in familiar haunts, they often joke.
Guilt can be expiated and redeemed
But shame destroys the deepest source of self.
What helpful measures may now intervene,
Cover my shied face, restore with health?
Is it only I who see my plight?
Imagined laughter hides me from your sight
How my heart sings 