bill miller
forgive
Seven blue stones in the desert sand A shiny gun in a young thief's hand A stolen car and a broken dream Blood on his hands and it won't come clean No where to run, no where to turn The fires of rage begin to burn You can't go home and he can't go on His flesh is weak and his spirits gone Now he's behind a prison wall He doesn't have the will to live He says it's all his father's fault He taught his son the way to live He was unable to forgive She wore his ring for thirty years And one night he confessed his darkest fears He'd been unfaithful, he'd been untrue What could she say, what could she do? No where to run, no where to turn The fires of rage begin to burn She can't go home and she can't go on Her flesh is weak and her spirits gone He had betrayed her with a kiss Killed her desires, her will to live And who was blinded, what did they miss? Will she be able to forgive? Are we able to forgive? Seven blue stones in the desert sand A shiny gun in a young thief's hand A stolen car, a broken dream Blood on his hands and it won't come clean