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Ain’t no Saint, no Guru

Yet I am willing to listen to you

And I am willing to share tonight

Just don’t take it as everything right

My words are for me, my experience of strife

They come as I reflect stories of my life

From the death of my dad and now my mother, new

From the places have been, and the people met too, from the mistakes made this pass through.

And I can listen and sit you see and let you talk, let you share with me.

You can share your joy, your pain, just try

We can laugh together or quietly cry.

I have been on this path a time or two

Just ain’t no saint, ain’t no Guru.