Sherwood. Pray Forgive Me These Mistakes. Zeneszám

I've tried to mark the plains;
I've cried and screamed your name,
but all has been in vain.
My tired self remains.

My attempts at love
are not worth speaking of.
But, my dear friend, I'll try again.


My attempts at love
are not worth speaking of.
But, my dear friend, I'll try again.