During my time I spend in the air,
All my troubles are left on the ground.
My aching heart will always care,
For the one who i left behind.
She ran to me, calling my name, seeing me take off with out her.
Here I fly, here I fly, sheading tears for her.
I came home, shutting the front door,
Hearing the sounds of my wife and another.
I left a note for her to see,
Telling her i'm gone and not to follow.
That's when i left, taking off, crying my heart out being alone.
So I cried, So I cried, wanting to hold her.
That was a year, before I came back,
The garden she tendered withered and died.
I open the door, everything was dark,
There before me on the ground she laid.
I knelt beside her, holding her tight, she repeats to me "I'm sorry."
There she cried, hearing me, saying "I forgive you."