The Greatest Gift

Got a girl in the city,
But she’s not mine; just thinks so.
I live for the weekend–to escape
The trap I’ve made.
Stayed at grandma’s cottage in the country
And fathered a child by an old friend.
Didn’t mean to, but I need to face the truth:
There’s no way back.

Today, I saw the greatest gift
I could ever have; I hope he
Decides not to follow me and my life;
On the gravel of the trail of mistakes
My feet have so badly bled.

Tell me he’s not a mistake, like me.
Someone just told me I was wrong.
Wrong to bring him here into my arms.
Who are they to tell me
My greatest gift and my reason to live
Was not meant to be!
I will never believe them or anything they say!