I only remember stealing once in
My whole life. As much as my heart and soul
Wants to remember. I wanted to sin,
And see if I could get away untold.
But my father found the wrapper I hide,
Turning us around, and back to the pump.
Informing the register what I did.
His scolding took my high into a dump.
I never took anything after that
Experiences that, but I have held
On to my money like a selfish rat.
Guilty as them who's next to the Lord nailed
On the cross by his left hand and right hand
Will I be welcomed, or shall I be banded?

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