Sarah Deen

(March 13,1976 / Texas)

Tessa's Song


I'm sorry I failed
I'm sorry I fell
Straight from grace
I'm sorry I failed
I'm sorry I lied
Straight to your face

The world you know
Keeps getting bigger
And badder
And all that's true
And all that's good
Doesn't seem to matter

What's good and what's bad
What's right and what's wrong
Is getting harder to comprehend
And just when you think
You've figured it out
The rules are changed again

I'm sorry I failed
I'm sorry you see
All that I lack
I'm sorry I failed
And if I could
I would take it all back

It's hard to believe
This war has gone on
Since before you were born
And I worry
That it will still be raging
When you are grown

The things you see
The drugs and the sex
And you're still so young
I lie awake at night
Hoping I've shown you
Which road is the right one

I'm sorry I failed
I pray that you know
I'm doing the best I can
I'm sorry I failed
I know you will become
So much more than I am

So much time that I've wasted
So many tears that I've tasted
Knowing I'm not the best
But my love for you remains
Untouched by anything
Wondering why I've been so blessed

Submitted: Wednesday, June 06, 2012

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To my daughter

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