I might have done it better, given half a chance,
I would have held you tighter had I known it was our last dance.
Gazing in my mirror, thoughts through my head are scatttered
Like the glass upon the floor, my memories are shattered.
I do not ask forgiveness nor hang my head in shame,
for all that I did wrong I'm willing to take the blame.
But I might deserve some credit for certain little things
like trying to fly in heaven high upon my broken wings.
My faults were more than few but let the record show
where there once was barren land, now a rose does grow.
I planted it there with some despair, but hoping it would live
that some lost soul would see the glow that it might give.
I nourished it with kindness and watered it with tears.
How long ago I do not know but it's been many years.
It blooms where I will not say and though others fade away,
that rose, my special rose, will remain forever and a day.