The Saint*
Once i met A Saint
On my imperfect way
Since he knew me, he said
The words he had to say
The Saint extremely blamed
Me for pathetic sins
I felt so much ashamed
My sins will not be cleaned
That Saint made fun of me
And called his friends to join
The crowd came up to see
The show they would enjoy
And everything was right
This thing i may deserve
But Saint's voice from behind
As well as crowd i heard
The Saint was born to show
The proper way to rise
According to the law
Created for blind eyes.
23.02.