Who divides the numbers
Between perfectly moral
And not in the least
I listen to the ocean tides
Counting my sins and they outnumber
The demons about to feast
All of my saving acts of grace
Are destroyed
All of my hope and trust
Eroded by my lust and hunger
For that which is not allowed
I have broken many times before
But I am awakened
To my flesh
And cannot begin to make the effort
To begin again
To suffer more
To know the truth
I believe and yet I know
My soul fades
With every foolish act
Every sin of my flesh
Burns
Obvious to any who might look
Indeed
Obvious to all who view
