The Others


The Others

I am not like the others
Although you think I am
Because I'm only human
After all I am a man

But the others will try and use you
Say words you'll understand
But words mean nothing to them 
Once they have you in their hand

Everyone's looking for pleasure
The sinner and the priest
They're victims of their own desires
It's their want to say the least

I'm not saying that I'm perfect
I've done a lot of shame
It's something I'm not proud of
And I've only me to blame

I am not like the others
That prey upon the weak
I care for those around me
And from my heart I try to speak

 

Copyright2001©Gerald King

 

 

Sacred Poet