Last Word

I'm sorry for the wrong I've done
I'm sorry for the wrong you've done
Built in the image of Love
That records no debt

If today was a tear-streaked farewell
And tomorrow's warm progress ran cold
I'd remember the hands held
Not words thrown away

It's time to slow down
To put off my dreams for another day
To lay my head dwon
And realise tomorrow's not so far away

The feeling of a state of grace
The feeling of a slap in the face
My sickness subsides as my
Thoughts turn to you

Slow down....