I hoped,
Before the old girl died,
She'd request to meet me
Eye to eye,
And apologize.
I never got the call,
And it was getting late
For a death bed confession,
A plea for absolution.
I would have blessed her,
Held her hand,
Let her know I understand
Now that I'm a man.
So, I went to see her,
Eyes to eyes;
Held her face
And apologized.
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