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.

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