Never Said I Was Perfect
by Raymond Holt
An ex Cranleigh village Bobby
Never said I was perfect,
Didn’t believe that I was.
Looking over my shoulder,
Saw the end of a job.
Gave my heart completely,
Tried to ease all your pain.
But now that I’m hurting,
I need my heart again.
Then I held out my hand,
Just tried to be a friend.
Understood all your sorrow,
Thought your world’s at an end.
And now my job’s over,
Where do I belong?
Made to think wrong was right,
And that right was wrong.
Never said I was perfect,
Didn’t believe that I was.
Looking over my shoulder,
Saw the end of a job.
LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER
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