Always, and after things have passed do I think of you, and see where I went wrong. then the revelvaltions come so fast of what I should have done all along. But somehow in the middle of it all I forget to call on you and ask that you'll not let me fall and that you'll see me through. Instead I let myself go on and break the promises I made, From my uselesness I cannot wake, all reason seems to fade. Then always, and after things have passed do I turn and think of you and know that you'll forgive me to the last. How I wish to be worthy of you!