The Sinner; The Saint
She’s the lady all the men adore; He walks in the light of the holy king,
A caring mother and a whore; His presence seems a blessing on all things.
She drinks a fifth every dawn; He starts and ends his days with prayers.
Wishing for her pain to be gone; He donates to the poor to show he cares.
In every drunken lamentation; He works to benefit the weaker man.
She asks God for her salvation; He tries to help everyone that he can.
She’s at church every day; He’s a man that seems to have no flaws.
Asking the Lord why her husband’s away; He seems to be above all the common laws.
She works the street while her daughter’s at school; He washes his hands in holy water.
She works to survive in a world so cruel; He tries to forget his illegitimate daughter.
The world calls her a sinner; The world calls him a saint.
She only wants her daughter to have dinner; He’s freed himself of all attain.