The Sin of Neglect

Through the generations long before we're born Hearing from our ancestors through unspoken form Enters the human being supposedly once in love Sins laid out on scrolls from the Heaven's above? In as much as mankind must believe through faith Nothing that is said guarantees we go unscathed Oh how many times must we lay sin to our door Founding lies and smiling while pretending to adore? Nothing that is said will conquer the secret within Exactly like our ancestors so cunning we pretend Giving way to neglect of the wife and a child Living for the moment in pretense awhile Enjoying every thrill that seldom comes the way Conjuring every feeling hoping it will stay The Lover that is had...will always rule the day!