as the sun came up over that eastern field today i could not help but think of you the feeling shoots through me like a bullet when i think of all the pain i put you through every day i can see that i m a part of you and you re a part of me it all used to make so much more sense and i d have it all again if i could choose i ve lost some things over the years but the memory i will not lose as the sun goes down over that western field i still can t help but think of you wherever you are i hope your wounds have healed and you forgive me for the pain i put you through everyday it tortures me i guess the apple fell too far from the tree