It's Your Call

Sometimes the words are harder to find

When the feeling is pure and more divine

And the mind is confused by suggestions of the heart

Afraid to comply, careful of what might start



With the blink of an eye time goes by

Now it is harder, broken wings can’t fly

And there is no content for a guilty mind

Wishing somehow this could rewind



To forgive the stupidity of a friend

Is to show friendship sometimes bend

For a heart can’t hear the words we speak

It only feels the pain cause by the weak



In the end ‘I’m sorry’ would have been enough

But the ego of a man makes easy seem tough

And to ask forgiveness is the toughest of all

Here I am at your mercy…it’s your call.



Can it become what it was before?

Can we move on, close this door?

Will you forgive me for my ignorance?

Can’t we get by with a bit of tolerance?

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Terry Montero's picture

many times we tend to put our pride to high, and instead of making better for ourselves, we make things worst, because we hold back what we truly feel and want to say...no words can compare to these words you have posted