Forgive Me Poem by Brendon Secrist

They say, every rose has its thorns,
I'm one of those few,
That has pricked a lot of fingers,
And hurt a lot of lives.

I pricked your finger,
On accident I swear,
Can you forgive me?
For causing you so much pain?

I'm wounded and weak,
A fallen soldier,
At the edge of defeat,
I can't take much more,
I'm on the edge.

Hold out your hand,
And stop my fall.
Save me and forgive me.
Cause without you,
I cannot stand.