The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Thursday, February 23, 2012

A World Of Sin

If I could find every person who ever loved me,
And make them love me again,
If I could find every person who I ever betrayed,
And make them believe in me again.
Maybe then,
I would no longer be,
A child born in sin.

If I could find every cheated stranger,
And replace every jewel I stole
If I could find every deceived friend,
And tell the truth for every lie I ever told,
Maybe then,
I would no longer be,
A child born in sin.

If I could find every life I ever took,
And bring it back,
If I could find every bullet I fired,
And make it a gift of life,
Maybe then,
I would no longer be,
A child born in sin.

If I could find every hand who made my clothes,
And clothe them,
If I could find every hand who made my bread,
And feed them,
Maybe then,
I would no longer be,
A child born in sin.

If I could love whenever I hated,
If I could give whenever I took,
If I could heal whenever I hurt,
If I could look in the Devil's eye,
And feel no fear,
And no regret,
And no desire,
And no anger,
And no pity,
And see nothing that I needed,
Maybe then...

If I could take back my life,
And make it never so,
If I could snuff the seed of my existence,
Before it had the chance to take root,
In the gears that turn behind the curtain of the world,

Yes, then,
I would no longer be,
A child born in sin.

If we all could,
Yes, then,
This world would no longer be,
A world of sin.

But what an empty world it would be.


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