I Wish

I yearn never to do wrong
But am always dancing to the devil's gong
I wish i could marry and be a good spouse to truth
But my lips are numb and tongue can not bare good fruit
I wish i could eat and dine with faithful ness
But lust gribs my naked soul,leaving me helpless
I wish i could quit rum
But there i go smearing it all over like a balm
I wish i could control my anger
But it seems am always making a blander
So how many times will i ever change?
And have nothing to rearrange
For our first parents i aportion blame as i grieve
But i couldnt have done any better if i were in the shoes of Adam and Eve