I Sing

Let me be humble, as I sing the song of my dream.
To reveal the love, that binds me to grieve.
In days come, and in days gone, in my right to you I never wrong.
But yet, I am smitten because I am not forgiven.

Let me be humble, as I say the proverb of my day.
In days come, and in days due, I have never in a day forgotten you.
But yet, I am doom in the pit of vipers just to please you.

Let me be humble, as I seek the reproach of my sins.
In days come, and in days right, I have never slept to protect you every night.
But yet, I am cast into the lions den, just because myself I offend.