Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M

I can hear the soft breathing Of the girl that I love As she lies here beside me Asleep with the night And her hair in a fine mist Floats on my pillow Reflecting the glow Of the winter moonlight She is soft she is warm But my heart remains heavy And I watch as her breasts Gently rise gently fall For I know with the first light of dawn I'll be leaving And tonight will be All I have left to recall Oh what have I done Why have I done it I've committed a crime broken the law For twenty five dollars And pieces of silver I held up and robbed A hard liquor store My life seems unreal My crime an illusion A scene badly written In which I must play Yet I know as I gaze At my young love beside me The morning is just a few hours away