The Sinless Man

srizals

I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
So full of glory
So full of stories

I'm just a plain, simple man, see
As any simple man can be

I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
So full of glory
So full of controversies

I'm a camera shy kind of a person
They say my face ain't photogenic enough
To be caught on any fancy infra-red cctv

I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
So full of glory
So full of bravery

I'm quite afraid of parading my sins like trophies
I'm a shy kind of a sinner, you see
So I won't be parading mine like yours for everyone to see
And making legal, petty excuses, so I could go Scot free

I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
Mr. Know It All who talks directly to God

I can only humbly pray to Him
And hope He would guide me with His mercy
In wading through all your wise lies and false persona
It's not easy to escape your deceit

I'm only a plain, simple sinner, you see
Unlike you that can hide your sins behind magnitude of reasoning
For the likes of you have all the backings of the saints and the sinless
Unlike me that must face it all like a man

I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
A prolific sneaky politician so destined for sweet success
Bathing under praises and thundering applause
Like a proud crowing rooster with its tail painted with poo

I'm not that cocky, you see
I don't have projects that worth millions
That would have eaten up more millions just to get it done
With finishing so distinguished, so refined
People might have thought they were made by the Neanderthals

I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
Having the backings of so many wise and holy men

Daring to threaten anyone that oppose you with Hell and Heaven
As if they are the owners and buyers of Heaven
And have a surety of not being thrown into Hell

I don't have any political interest to help me out, see
Nor empty promises to make you proud

I'm sorry I can't be a man like you
I have to answer for all my actions unlike you
Hidden or manifest
Of what people may or may not know
It doesn't really matter, you know

I'm not planning to stay in your mansion, see
Nor planning to play in your fancy toy house

I'm  planning to go to a special place of eternity, see
A place where scientist can't prove his cryonics theory

I'm not made to end up like the cattle and the sheep
Nor should I end up being like the black little ant, don't you think so?

So again,
I'm truly sorry from the bottom of my small little heart
For not being able to be a great sinless man such as you.