My sweet, lovely friend glowered at me,
With her eyes close to tears and face red,
Shouting at me, in a voice trembling with anger,
'Walk away from here.'
I was shocked to see her,
Trembling with anger,
And retreated right away,
Quite desperately,
Like a man sentenced to death,
By a wrong verdict,
By a heedless judge,
With my head lowered,
And eyes downcast,
Too sad to think that my confession was ever to be heard.
