Time will ask you questions,
on the eve of your promises unmade,
as it will ask me questions.
Under the solemn vow, we will be tried,
judged, and sentenced, the gavel will fall,
and we will be condemned.
You always knew the truth, aware of
the secrets, you saw and were afraid.
Of my testament and writ, my promises, I was true, you were my responsibility, you were afraid.
So when time comes and asks me questions, ready with the pen to sign my sentence, I will ask you this, my love -
Why were you afraid?
