Home I sit within my troubles
while loathing sadness begins to bubble
for whom my heart doth hold so dear

he hasn't even dared to ponder
or even attempt a silent wonder
ever closer to my heart this very year

promises have all been broken
and even in this silent token
he couldn't bring forth an ounce of courage
to overcome his lasting fear

of proclaiming his undying love
for me whom has been as a dove
and kept my peace within my mind
all throughout this trying year

and so my soul grows weary of this
and the fault is all but his
ill find another worthy of all the love my heart can give