The Right to be Wrong

Copyright 2009 by Stan C. Countz

A summer's eve, I weep as I remember
I am alone, haunted by the shadows of memories and ghosts
But she’s the one I dream about the most
It’s enough to drive a heathen to his knees
Why did she have to leave? Who am I tryin’ to please?
Maybe I just need some time to grieve…

Built mile high fences, gotta keep up my defenses
I hate to break the news; ain’t got a lot to lose
I done paid my dues; gotta case of the break my heart blues
Why am I flyin’ blind? I need to get her off my mind
If I only knew what I’m tryin’ to find…
Maybe I could have seen the signs

Don't speak of love, ‘cuz I've got nothin’ much to offer
It's somethin’ I know nothin’ of
I can't give you a reason for feelin’s that’ve died
Maybe I never should have even tried
Why should I be crucified? Wish I could run away and hide

It’s up to me to decide which side I’m on
But do I have the right to be wrong?
Wish I could mend my own heart…
Is this the end or the start
Of a brand new song?

I have my dreams and my reflections to hold on to
Got a happy avatar, play a snappy lead guitar
I just pray things won’t stay the way they are
They see me the way I want them to see me
What do I know? What do I believe?
Why did she go? Why did she decide to leave?
Why do I need to know?

I can't give you a reason for feelin’s that’ve died
Maybe I never should have even tried
I know that He was crucified; Now I believe I know why
It was for me He chose to die…

It’s up to me to decide which side I’m on
But do I have the right to be wrong?
Wish I could mend my own heart…
Is this the end or the start
Of a brand new song?