Hey

Hey I’ve still got words to say, I’m sorry I failed you that day, And the guilt doesn’t go away. I’d give my last dime- To hear your voice one more time. I knew you were sick… But when the fire burned the wick… And the clock continued to tick… I understood too late- And you couldn’t wait. I was asked to speak- But at the microphone my voice went weak, My words diminished And I couldn’t finish There’s still words to say- I’m sorry I failed you that day… And every time I went out to play- Instead of listening to you, Before you went away. …I wear your cap now And every faded hole left behind show: “The kiss of the sun for pardon. The song of the birds for mirth, One is nearer Gods heart in a garden than anywhere else on earth.” ~Dorothy Frances