Tonight I have my own demons to face As he stands; asks mercy of grace Would he repent? Where would he be sent? Would he have forgiven me? If this all he could see? Would he have love for me? If he saw all that I do be Am i not just like him, Do I not commit the very same sins Flesh of my flesh With which I am blessed Soul of my Soul Maybe now he'll be whole
Written for my estranged dad the day he died. 07-03-2004