Tell me how many roads a man must walk

While I still have to cut the man some slack?

Forgiveness is a long long road, all talk

Until the feeling drops that holds us back.

Just how dark many roads must any man

Present himself upon before he will

Be welcomed home by those of his own land,

The needs of his forgiveness to fulfil.

If I must still forgive those seven times,

If I must seventy times seven go,

Four hundred ninety-one, the number climbs.

Is that enough to start him walking Home?

For all these tries and trials with this stuff,

Just seventy times seven's not enough.