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.