Sinner

Trouble with the endeavors of life punish with the words spoken of the men who once told me they loved me walkers upon the darkness beaten with the fleshly judgment of women around me with there stead fast faith Believing life is an never ending pit a steady trial with weary roads with many bumps and rugged hills Struggling to be better then what is expected hated by Christian women who once spoke to me with love Judge by my enemy lost in this lusting and desirable greedy world Body weary and heart crossed between two paths For misunderstood by those saints that worship in there so called tabernacle But a saint is just a sinner who once fell down i heard a wise man once say For i am just sinner searching for a way