His Story Is This: He’s Sorry. In Life And In Death.

Sittin' here in this quiet room,

Old wounds makin' their tune,

Reflecting on days gone by,

Tears threaten to unchain a lie.

Grew up on dust and broken dreams,

Worked my hands to the bone, it seems,

Married young, with hope so bright,

Chased the dollar into the night.

Forgot the laughter, missed the calls,

Lost in the race, till the curtain falls.

My heart’s been heavy with the weight of what I missed,

Wish I could turn back time, and relive those days with a twist.

Sorry for the lonely nights,

For the times I wasn’t there,

Sorry for the distant eyes,

For the love I never shared,

Now I lay here, understanding,

The pain I caused, I see,

Let me hold my family close tonight,

Let them find forgiveness in me.

Saw my boy, lost in his own way,

Despised his steps, missed what he’d say,

My girl looked up with trusting eyes,

But I ignored the tears she always cried.

The divorce, the broken ties,

Left a scar that never dies,

All my pride, all my fear,

Now I wish I’d held them near.

Hospital bed, quiet prayers,

Memories float up in the air,

Hearts forgiving, but too slow,

Time's the one thing I don’t know.

So here I am, with just my voice,

Hoping one last time, they'd hear my choice,

To say I’m sorry, with all my heart,

Before my story falls apart.

Goodbye, my family, I love you still,

Regrets and love, I hope fulfill.