My Apology
Me dropped the bomb on You. The buck stops here. It came from heaven, from the clear blue sky, It came from love, from lust, from hope, from fear, You were a child that morn, about to die. Me flew in clouds at icy altitudes, Our pleasant streets below Me did not see, The bomb it came from dreams, and fickle moods, That day You walked to school, admired a tree. You craned Your neck and glimpsed a dot above, You thought, "Is it a bird? Is it a plane?" And then You saw the bomb, inscribed with "LOVE", And underneath was written "PAIN." We all yet live but this is clear, Me dropped the bomb on You. The buck stops here.