A fool I was when I rushed in, much disbelieve and denial I can be at this hour.
Since the other hour my soul yearn for your touch, indeed I was quick to judge.
The hands of time prove what it can never be, nor have ever been.
Poison was involved and so much seem so inviting, until time washed away our joy.
An hour like this alone I can be, it is where the beginning was.
Once again....
