Forgive me Lord, I stole the gold
that was hidden in her sky.
Forgive me child, forgive my pride,
for now I watch the flowers die.
And let my vows feign my lies
and let my soul stain my eyes.
Forget the rain, the haunting pain,
they drown me down into despair.
Forget my sorrow, forget tomorrow,
for once I thought that I was fair.
And let my eyes reveal my tears
and let my lies conceal my years.
Forsaken have I, forsaken her cry,
for I was blind behind my walls.
Forsaken her grace, her kind embrace
and left her where the night falls.
So let my years bear on my run,
so let my tears upon my loved one.
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