ALL SAINTS.

We can’t all be saints
however we try,
our moments of wickedness
tell us that,
however we strive
to cover our tracks
our moments of wickedness
keep coming back.

But angels see all
behind their lace curtains,
and tabloids will publish
the picture for certain,
and people in glass houses
will throw stones,
be sure that three witches
will boil our bones.

When questions get asked
and mud gets slung,
we slide from the top
to the bottom rung,
but don’t get depressed
I tell no lie,
we can’t all be saints
however we try.

FGD 2013.