It’s a fine line

What did you think, as he lay there dying

The power of life in your hands but death beckoning

Only you walked that line between living and dying

Your decision, your choice – just moments in time

 

You left him alone, turned your back

It’s a fine line you trod between conviction and freedom

One more fault and you would have stood guilty

But today you are free while we are haunted by what you didn’t do

 

You say you are sorry, you feel remorse

Empty words are easy to write for the price of freedom

I will never forgive you; guilty you stand before me

Guilty of neglect; of lack of caring

Guilty of turning your back; guilty of not fulfilling your role, your duty of care

Guilty forever for what you failed to do

It’s a fine line you walked that day