I stopped by I almost knocked. It would not have been welcome, And I know that. For all I know You'll be happier Never to see my face Or hear my voice Again. I just wanted to see That you're OK Even if you couldn't care less That I wanted to know. My friends know That I'd rather die Than hurt them, And that was true then. I keep saying it again Because it matters. As bad as I feel I can't feel that. And what is it? The conviction that I never Called you friend Nor deserved it. "It just happens," They say. No, it doesn't; It's a decision. I'm still so sorry But I will not accept The hardness of your heart Which was there long before me. In this world or the next You will look me in the eyes And tell me why You deny mercy. Have you learned nothing Of what He taught us? What will be your answer When He knocks?