In darker times, I feared your wrath
 And anguish you'd bestow,
Yet I was quick to wear the blame
 For every crushing blow.

I hung excuses on my heart
 To hide the crimson flow
And only spoke of better times
 So no one else would know.

Perhaps I should have run away
 From insults I forgave,
But memories of painless days
 Had power to enslave.

But now my time is at an end;
 Too late to join the braveó
I can't recall the better times
 Asleep within my grave.