Choose Your Battles Wisely (i was told, nice fantasy at one time, so was landing on the moon)
third anniversary of the passing, eight days away
the biggest stars in music were everywhere
somehow i was told to work the door
i didn't know there was a door
i guess i did my job till thirty feet away
was elton john(my god), i asked for a hug
both crying like babies, i was no one
i started to head for the grave site
but something caught my eye
it was blake, he looked dead from the strain
mate, i know that i'm not welcomed here
you are now, blake. there was mitch and janis
i could taste the seething anger as they
pulled us aside both telling blake to leave
in no uncertain terms. he turned to leave
you aren't going anywhere blake
i asked, do you want to live with anger
at this guy for the rest of your lives
or do you want for forgiveness
what would your rabbi say?
speak of the devil, i motioned the rabbi over
and whispered, can you fix this?
they talked as i stayed with blake
with tears in their eyes they approached blake
mitch said, we would be honored to have you sit with the family
blake saw reg, they both froze. their hearts opened, just love
all the hatred, all the years of anger vanished.
the healing had begun.
no one saw me again though blake wanted to thank me
i left a note for him but i didn't write it amy did
god uses us in mysterious ways i guess
my job was done now. i got home, god said that was your last
but you made me very proud. amy wants to see you.
ok. are you ok? no father, i'm not ok.
