can i forgive him
paul simon
senora. i know i've no right to speak. my son is not the savage boy you see
it hides the child i nursed and bathed
senora. please don't turn your eyes from me
the state will see to that
the state will see to that
i am sure. you spanish people
nothing here changes your lives
ungrateful immigrants asking for pity
when all of your answers are knives
this city makes a cartoon of a crime
capes and umbrellas the glorification of slime
i have to face this horror
asks me to pray for the murderer's soul
but i think you'd have to be
to open your heart after such a loss
compassion is hard to express in words
the trembling flowers they bring
fear in the roots and the stem
what happened to me they know could
happen to them. can i forgive him
only god can say 'forgive'
his son too received a knife
with this cross we call our life
and wave after wave come the aftershocks
you can't believe that it's true
there must be some mistake
you drift through this nightmare from which you