I am sorry my love,
things wern't better for you.
I feel overgrown from inside, why?
Unknown to my best senses,
try to expel it alone...
Never seem to cry.
All these sorrows, do we fail to see;
Wails from throat and tears of eye.
Within their tears for freedom plea.
Wails from throat and tears of eye,
is this the way we live our lives?
In their tears for freedom plea,
these the wounds from which we bleed.
The ones that hurt...never cry,
those who mourn...barely show,
within their tears for freedom plea...
just look a little deeper.
I am sorry...
Life wasn't happier...
I am sorry...
I am sorry my love,
things couldn't be happier for you.
I am sorry my love,
things weren't happier for you
Wails from throat and tears of eye,
is this the way we live our lives?
In their tears for freedom plea,
these the wounds from which we bleed.