Postscript

How many promises broken in two How many hearts am I willing to glue How many hands am I going to hold Before I grow old I look to the sky but it's no longer blue The hillsides around me are hidden from view The tumbling clouds weighing down on my mind And I am now blind My love I know I had no right to desert you I'm playing it over again in my mind You say that you're fine but I know that I hurt you this time The darkness I carry beginning to loom The flowers around me no longer in bloom The artist inside me has said there's no room And she will leave soon My love I know I had no right to desert you I'm playing it over again in my mind You say that you're fine but I know that I hurt you this time I left you behind in this world without knowing How deeply I loved you and how much I cared So look to our garden that's endlessly growing I'm there How many promises broken in two How many hearts am I willing to glue How many hands am I going to hold Before I grow old