If I could hold two things in my hands
Both light as a feather
And not drop either one
I would cup Clean Conscience with my right
And Not Responsible with my left
If only my best was all that was required
I’d sleep tonight

If my best fails
If I don’t try because of fear
Is there a drop of mercy left for me tonight
My conscience cracked
Undignified and damned
Is there a drop of mercy left for me tonight
Surely there’s forgiveness
For these fingers to fail
Is there a drop of mercy left for me tonight

Bearing all this weight like Atlas
One false step and my world falls
If I could choose then I’d drop Conscience
Clutching Not Responsible
White-knuckled and afraid
If only my best was all that was required
I’d sleep tonight

I can’t wash these stains off my hands
This taste of forbidden fruit still lingers
Wrestling angels in the darkness
Why do I do these things I do
I didn’t walk away from what I knew would hurt you
When will I learn
When will I learn

Heather King and Alisa Ruddell