The Tryst

In the tumult of youth I forgot about your promise Of our tryst My love for live overflowed In the death of your splendor And now as I make haste Towards my own death My pride breaks, breaks and breaks Under its own weight The clamor of truth Beats steadily in my breast As your love Tears into the sheath of my pain The sin is mine And I weep at my unworthiness To tend your garden The sin is mine And I weep at my unworthiness To tend your garden