Ask Me...

Ask me for forgiveness, and I will tell you why...
That I am sad, within my heart, why dark clouds  fill my skies.
Talk to me of reasons, and help me understand...
Why did you break my trust, my heart, our love was in your hands.

Speak to me of feelings, for those are hard for see...
Tell me of the reasons, you turned you back to me.
My heart was like a gentle bird, that soared upon the wind...
The will to fly has left me now, that I have learned your sin.

I love you still, and hope for us, that there can be a way...
That you can show me, from your heart, you mean the words you say.
You ask me for forgiveness, and my heart doth want it so...
Can I trust you dear, with all my heart?, and know you'll never go?

My heart is like a gentle bird, that wants to fly again...
If you will tell me, of your love, I will try to forgive your sin.
So wake me in the morning, and honestly declare...
Your love for me is living, and I that you really care.




Ron Walker June 1998