The plea

Trespassing the heaven's doors in bare toes All holy mornings begun nude in the darkness Slowly embracing the secular morality of those That are likely would never desire confessing Oh sweet Jesus of mine Wash my wrongdoings in the sweat of the man I've sinned with Take him back to the place he wouldn't know another Eve And will forever be faithful to the soul I care In the name of the love, the vice and the Holy Spirit, Amen.