Sin

Innocent, was born of my mother When a single word could not I utter As grew I a little older became defiant, and a little bolder Then I learned how to speak profane A worthy speech, not but vain Soon, I learned the art of lying Enchanted, was I so enjoying Unaware whom, I was letting sins to make me Down and down and down to take me My heart had hardened like stone My conscience dead like Al Capone Alas! I've earned the fire But it'll cleanse the guilt of lust and desire My hope is then I'd be set to go But sins abound, really I do not know