I dream the dream of an apology
The tender sorrow beautiful to see
The precious words that set my heart free
It dies upon my tongue.
I hear the steps I dread draw near
How can I face the eyes I fear?
And say the words I want to hear?
When looking at that one?
It breaks my heart to plead inside
That somehow God would gently guide
When all I want is most to hide
From what is not undone.
And then he goes back where he came
The air condemns me just the same
For it is I who am to blame
For having not begun.