• Looking back the the past,
    I knew it wasn't right.
    Reasons raced through my mind,
    to such, we used to fight.

    I was longing for some love,
    but you didn't care to show.
    Did my feelings matter. . . ?
    I may never know.

    I have a will inside of me
    that wishes to re-write,
    an ending that truely fits
    into a more pleasant sight.

    I am waiting wrestlestly,
    until your faith returns,
    None can save me,
    but your touch I so badly yearn.

    Somedays I hope
    So I carry 'round these charms,
    For you to one day return
    to me with open arms.

    Without you, I have no strength
    No will to carry on,
    Thus no sleep do I get,
    'Wake past the crack of dawn.

    So, here and now,
    I turn to say,
    Will you forgive me. . . ?
    Perhaps someday.