Ain't Nobody Perfect

Unforgiveness is a cell I've made for myself
Things can be said before, "Farewell"

Rich splashed his face with cold water
Took a look at the man in the mirror
He dried up and walked out to the porch
To finally talk to his father
A man now tired
Relieved of his anger
His son looked him in the eye
Spoke through anxiety

"Dad, something's been weighing on me."
"What is it, Richie?"
He took a deep breath, his back drenched in sweat, Floridian heat
He heard the ice melt in his father's tea, the rocking creek of the swing
Quietly, Rich began to speak

Unforgiveness is a cell I've made for myself
Things can be said before, "Farewell"

"When I was young, you were awful to me;
A terrible father, a worse husband
You have to see the blood on your hands
Of all people, know what it's like to fear your old man
My entire life I've resented you, but now I get what mum meant when she said
(A father, never so broken)
Ain't nobody perfect, ain't nobody gonna be perfect; I'm tired of carrying resentments
(A son, never outspoken)
I'm trying my best to forgive you, to forgive you, to forgive you, to forgive you!"

(Farewell)
"Oh my son, for what I've done, I'm so sorry"
(Farewell)
"Just know that I've always loved you, if you ever can forgive me."

Our unforgiveness is a cell that we make for ourselves
Things can be said before, "Farewell"

"Oh my son, for what I've done, I'm sorry"
"Oh my son, for what I've done, I'm sorry"
(Tears of joy and pain streaming down their face)
(Forgiveness opens the door to change)