Silent Apologies
Gregory McIntosh
Flowers pace the way the fruit will grow
And I'm patiently in love again
We follow the winds in the old road signs
Until the wooded end
Maybe you were right, dear
And maybe it's not right here
The confines of a tongue-locked mind bring endless disgrace
That curtain down to fall under your grace
Maybe this is something I cannot yet embrace
Rain clouds watch the city grow
And aim for open window panes
Then fall away with the fading grey
And place their bets again
Maybe you were right, dear
And maybe it's not right here
The confines of a tongue-locked mind bring endless disgrace
That curtain down to fall under your grace
Maybe this is something I cannot yet embrace