Guilt and shame

There sits the boy
with a pale look on his face
wondering if someday grace
will rain upon him

There stands the father
same blue eyes, wide open
knowing that the door will not reopen
that he cannot turn back time

What is he to do,
when all the exits have been used
when his expression has been choosed?
Guilty as can be,
Is it time to make things right?

There he stands in the spotlight,
not quite ready for the fight,
and his soul as black as night
As black as night