I'm speaking of a man
who brought me hurt and pain
who sometimes hurt my feelings
and deep inside me, left a stain.
I'm trying hard to understand
the thing's this man has done
and slowly, Oh slowly
the forgiveness, inside me, has come.
For every ache and pain I've felt
he brought joy to some sad heart
the good somehow out weighs the bad
for every finish, there was a start.
If I could turn the pages back
and have another shot
I'd try to listen when he talked
and give him things he never got.
I'd want to help him, if I could
when the need arose
take him where he asked to go
through wettest rain, or deepest snow.
But it's to late time has passed
the world has lost a freind
It seems a shame, but who's to blame
life for all, sometimes must end.
Written By: Terry Allen Mosley
