Now this thought torments me endlessly,
Why I couldn't prove your decision true,
Or become worthy to stand beside you,
When you, with all your trust, believed in me.
You taught me long with patient courtesy,
Gave me plans to see the Kingdom through;
Yet I failed to be the shield you turned to,
Failed the faith you showed so generously.
It isn't that I worked with little care,
Or remained blind to every duty given;
Hard circumstances also played a part
In shaping the frail soldier standing there;
Before my farewell, I ask to be forgiven,
Then peace may finally ease this heavy heart.
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