Second Guess the End
by Michael Doyle

There's a lot of right
In learning through the wrong.
There's a lot of hanging tight
In finding where I belong.

It's been a hard road to living,
But that's what I've been given.
The movie is never as good as the book,
But it usually has a sharper look.

20/20 seems the intellectual hindsight.
I'll accept the odds as just about right.
I just wanted to hold my love tight,
And find the way to follow the light.

With a kiss like Judas, I'm betrayed -
All these times, I've felt played.
You never get to Heaven through the Christmas snow.
Or by pretending to forget all that you know. 

I took the drink that stole my youth,
Strangling my grasp on the simplicity of truth.
All of my disappointments know their ghosts.
But of them all, I miss you the most. 

20/20 seems the intellectual hindsight.
I'll accept the odds as just about right.
I just wanted to hold my love tight,
And find the way to follow the light.

The angel of my soul came to set me free.
She told me of my redemption yet to be.
It would be found in the echoed end of days.
Satan's hold would slip, and I would change my ways.

For my love of you, let my vanity be gone.
I need the mercy of Son set on the throne.
Let Heaven reign down its love on those like me,
And shine our Father's grace on all of humanity.

20/20 seems the intellectual hindsight.
I'll accept the odds as just about right.
I just wanted to hold my love tight,
And find the way to follow the light.

(c) December 16, 2025   Michael Doyle
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