From Victim to Perpetrator

I thought I was the victim.
I was hurt, crushed, and often bitter.
And I don't know how I fell
Victim to evils I abhore,
But the blood's on my hands
And the law is at my door.
The warrant was in black and white
And I read it in disbelief.
This can't be for me.
Wrongly accused I sit in my loneliness,
And when my heart was crushed enough,
I see my crimes for what they were.
I don't know if I can ever repay
Or if I'll ever be forgiven
Countless moments have gone by
That I wanted to quit livin'.
I'd give all my strength
To penance if it could possibly be enough.
I give all my prayers that forgiveness can make you tough.