Guilty

When the bleeding sun sank
Into the horizon beyond,
Half of my heart was frank,
Yet not to me it belonged.

You thought of me highly,
And now you still do.
I can't face you without being guilty,
For in secret tears I grew.

Too heavy is your trust;
Too light is your touch.
Keep my promise I must,
Even though the work is not much.

What I am chasing after,
That I know so clearly.
Would you release my shoulder,
Allowing me to break free?

When the time finally comes,
I shall shoulder what I must.

Then I'd be able to look
Into your eyes
Without the darkening shame I've got.