On frosted over winter glass
our love was sewn.
Fragile like summers grass
Our love was torn
And with the passing summer days
A hole burns more
I lie awake in heavy daze
A tear falls for;
for all the moments gone to waste,
All the times when id done wrong.

I left a flower in the autumn rain
for what may come,
a dozen balmy breezy days
tugging softly at winters song.

Hours passing with the night,
leave innocence in the dark.
Falling onto dawns front gate,
carries burden in the heart.

Shot the sheriff in the past,
His death was mourned.
But as the years and time progressed,
His memory brought shame.
And walking through a misty lane,
A phantom lays to rest.