In regards to what was said
I apologize and storm off to bed
I realize that many times I too
Have been hard too talk to
In spite of this I beg your pardon
I plea my guilt in hope that you
Will let me, let you,
Help me so
Flowers again will grow in our garden

In my recent time of coming to pass
My illusion has lost its grasp
I now feel the cold hard breath
Iron meets iron and clash
And it is that cold hard breath
That scares me to death
Like a kiss of an angel
But with love in denial
I was afraid to see
And now I’m just afraid