How many mistakes can a man
make
In a life as short as mine?
How much do I owe all the people I've known
And how much wasted time?
How many excuses can a person expect
Those around him to just swallow whole?
How long can a person live his life
As if he had been on parole?
And as I remember the lies that I've told
And all of the lost, squandered trust
It's amazing to me, that I can still see
Through all of the ashes and dust
There is one thing I've learned on this journey-
I can apply it if I just stay strong-
A man's life is nothing if he cannot see
The chasm between Right and Wrong
And the actions he takes and the moves that he makes
Will condemn or redeem him ere long.
