I am a sinner who has not sinned…

I have held the rose in it’s bloom, the thorn being cut down by you,

I have listened to that song you sang for your lover in the middle of the night, I was passing by,

I have walked the mile with you, and you with me, yet a long one for me, for I came here to say goodbye,

I have seen you dream, the good ones and the scary ones, for I was there in those dreams, all the while,

I lived my life half way through, waiting for you to come and carry me through, the other half and beyond,

I am a sinner, and I wish I had sinned…