Blessed
I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you
From the harmful hands of life
I apologize for my lack of
Teaching you wrong from right
But I’m honored you still see me as perfect
After all the mistakes I have made
I am grateful for your endless forgiveness
And all the chances you gave
I’m sorry for the times I yelled at you
Or belittled you to make you feel less
I’d do anything for the opportunity
To finally clean up my mess
But instead I’m learning from the life I lived
Along with all the rest
Of the people that realized just a little too late
How much they were truly blessed
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