Everyday - William Elliott Whitmore

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