Struck

I won't say I'm sorry I can't apologize when all the truth comes forth reflected in my eyes I won't keep you long you are much too wise as the truth hangs in the balance the mask doesn't cover the guise you cover me with roses and lay me down with hope reason is not forth coming not in the broader scope I climb the ladder with fantasy it is a slippery slope and I light just one more candle and in the darkness grope we reach and understanding I wish you all the luck but when it starts to rain it's not worth a sawbuck it lays in wreck an ruin no way is it unstuck lightning flashes quick I'm the only one that's struck