Times have flied in a quick blast,
He's waiting in lonesome—
His work hurts and her word stabs,
Forgiveness won't still come.
Trust vanished—
In regret, woeful he is.
P A R D O N
Times have flied in a quick blast,
He's waiting in lonesome—
His work hurts and her word stabs,
Forgiveness won't still come.
Trust vanished—
In regret, woeful he is.
