We are all born innocent of original sin,
Indiscretions are gathered, and stored within.
Through our eyes we are guilty unto ourselves,
While others believe they are guilty themselves.
We struggle though life as we seek absolution,
From those whom we fear may bring retribution.
But every new day is one of atonement,
As we reinvent ourselves each and every moment.
Innocence is not something another can give,
For it is we alone who can learn to forgive.