As the weeks have passed and the days grew short
I spent time thinking of father's day
My father, the relationship.

So, who am I to judge

I have never judged harshly, my father;
As I have grown old and been in that position,
It may be that I have failed too.

So, who am I to judge

There was never a manual
Our brains were not wired the same
The input as we grow and learn can be good and bad

So, who am I to judge

So as this day passes with no words
To come to me
from anyone in my past

So, who am I to judge

The day's not done
Hope reigns supreme
I am at peace with life

So, who am I to judge