Apple

An apple for Adam, an apple for Eve,

In the absence of sin is still misery.

A day spent in sunlight, among golden leaves

Is still fair game for the death of the trees.

A cup full of light, and an eye set on dark.

A heart full of love can still miss the mark.

Forgive me my sins and my trespasses too,

For I see your transgressions and still forgive you.

When the clouds overshadow the sky and the sun

Into your open arms I will willingly run.

Until that day comes I cannot promise you

Any truth from my heart, but love serves in lieu.

I don't have much time, and even less faith

But at least I have courage to keep you still safe.