A Sinner Poem by Charlotte Fitzjohn

Conceived in love
But born in hate,
Confused in all the moments
And it was already too late.

Growing up,
Getting on,
Already this little bird
Had lost its song

The passion of life,
Stolen by the sky,
Hidden in the darkness,
Forbidden to fly.

I’ve done so many wrongs
That I could make the devil cry,
All these stupid things,
Like drink and smoke and lie.

I can’t put a foot right
As I walk with two left feet,
Sometimes I wish,
My heart could follow a different beat.

Be a saint not a sinner,
Live life as I should,
I’d dance, I’d sing, I would fly...
...if only I could.