First Sin

The Apple was delicious

When she savored that first bite

And in that very moment

She saw what was "wrong" from "right"

But what was wrong with knowing,

The beauty her body possessed?

And Is it not better to know pain

To appreciate the happiness?

It was from that first sin

That she could now experience all

And the choice was up to her

Would she rise or fall?

And isn't that more right?

To always have that choice?

For the rise is more delicious

Than to simply nod in silent voice

She is labeled sinner

By those fearing their own heart

But What I see is a heroine

Daring, bold, and smart

See I've learned to savor life

To That Woman I give glory

Had I never learned of suffering

This would be a different story.