Is there Something so Great about Guilt

Is there something so great about guilt
That I turn at the sound of its name,
Prod my self to become the accused
Voluntarily take on the blame
When the only mistake that I made
Was to trust with a confidence sure
When the vows of the world were untrue
And intentions of men were impure

Is there something so great about guilt
That this load on my shoulders I bear
And condemn my poor, innocent soul
To indulge in misguided despair
Thus I finally throw off the weight
So that only the truth may remain,
Shedding off my unfortunate state
Letting go of the hurt and disdain

Is there something so great about guilt?
It is one masquerading excuse
That has made me a blanket of shame
And a wide open door for abuse.