I am sorry about many things in my life
The wounds that I have suffered have left scars
Some still hurt and have made me a bad person I suppose
In my heart I struggle against these demons to become
reborn, new a man deserving of love. I have made bad choices,
hurt those that love me but always felt that I was a redeemable man

I suffer alone, knowing the woman I love more than life itself has been
a victim of my past. Not knowing where the path I tred now will lead.
In the past I always had your love to guide me, your warmth to light my path, your steadfastness to anchor me to the earth.

My soul no longer feels the warmth of the sun, my spirit no longer soars.
The wounds of my past were not self inflicted, the most deadly of wounds yet to come. I held you the source of my freedom in my hands and forged it into a knife to pierce my heart and slay my soul. The worst of these wounds is self inflicted, for I have taken a loving person and turned her to a still beautiful crystal of ice.

For this I will be eternally sorry.