A MAN WHO LIVED

A MAN WHO LIVED

I was born into the game. Never made the Hall of Fame.
When the bases were loaded, once or twice I whiffed.
Still, I remembered to thank God. Every day was a gift.
Just call me a man who lived.

When a bum asked for a dime, I'd help...most of the time.
And when I saw a straggler, I'd stop and give a lift.
I tried to be on the right side when the winds of change did shift.
Just call me a man who lived.

My children are glad I'm livin'.
They swear all is forgiven.

Now I'm long in the tooth. I still seek the truth.
Through the rumors and the lies I still sift.
I cry most every night for a world gone adrift.
Just call me a man who lived.

My children are glad I'm livin'.
They swear all is forgiven.

A MAN WHO LIVED

To mercy, most High