Should we feel sorry

Bow our heads down

Welcome you with open arms

Kiss your golden crown


You would forgive us

I know, I am sure

But do we need your approval

Could we endure


We are broken branches

From the tree of life

Fallen to the ground

We're decayed and rife


We are rotting apples

So far away

With worms inside

We wait our day


A dead branch

Cannot be joined

To the tree of life

Your words are foiled