I'm so glad you made time to see me How's life tell me how's your family? I haven't seen them in a while It had been two weeks since Anne Boleyn had been sent to the tower of London. It was different this time. Instead of entering in triumph she was entering in disgrace this time. She now found herself sitting there thinking of her Henry and their young daughter. Her Elizabeth. It saddened her to think of Elizabeth so alone. You've been good busier then ever. We small talk work and the weather Your guards up and I know why. The last time she had talked to Henry she knew she was losing his favor. His guard seemed up even though he tried not to let it show. He also seemed to get busier with each day that went past. Even as a king he shouldn't be that busy. But catching him with Mistress Seymour was her final straw. Cause the last time you saw me Is still burned in the back of your mind You gave me roses and I left them there to die. She had been mad at him yelling and cursing. Even though he tried to calm. He got mad himself and stormed out of their room. Later that morning a maid brough her some flowers from the king. A gift of sorrow for the way he had acted towards her. But she left them there still very upset by what she had seen. So this me swallowing my pride, Standing in front of you, Saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time. Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December turn around and make it alright. I go back to December all the time. She now sits in her tower room thinking back over the good days. When her and Henry were first married. They were so very happy. And she had the world in front of her. But now here she sits with nothing but memories of him and her and their happiness together. These day I haven't been sleeping Staying up playing back myself leaving, When your birthday passed and I didn't call And I think about summer all the beautiful times I watched you laughing from the passenger side Realized I loved in the fall. Henry sat in his quarters thinking of her. His Anne. The Anne that was true and faithful to him. He wasn't the best of husbands to her. But how she treated him wasn't fair. He remembered the day he signed her warrant. It was very vivid in his mind. And it still ached no more what anyone did to comfort him. He then thought about all the beautiful times they spent before they were married. Him and Anne. Riding horses in the sun. And how he realized he loved her under the falling leaves in the orchids. Then cold came the dark day when fear crept into my mind You gave me all your love and all I gave you was good bye. So this me swallowing my pride, Standing in front of you Saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time Turns out freedom meant nothing but missing you Wishing I realized what had when you were mine I'd go back to December turn around and change my own mind. I go back to December all the time. She him all the love she had and he turned around stomped on her heart. He had her arrested for adultery and incest. That her the most. But it wasn't true. And if she could she would go back and try to change Henry's mind. If only she could. I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, So good to me, so right, And how held me in your arms that September night The first time you ever saw me cry Maybe this is wishful thinking Probably mindless dreaming If we loved again I swear I'd love you right. She missed him so much. The way he looked. The way he smiled. The way her Henry used to hold her in his arms. And the way he comforted her after every child they lost. Maybe she was just dreaming. Or wishfuly thinking but she swore if he took her back she wouldn't make another mistake. She'd love him right. I'd go back in time and change it but I can't, So if the chain is on your door I understand But this me swallowing my pride, Standing in front of you Saying I'm sorry for that night. And I go back to December It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Whishing I realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December turn around and make it all right I'd go back to December turn around and change my own mind. I go back to December all the time. As she stood at the scaffold after speaking her peace to the crowd below. Anne went back to December when she and her Henry were happy. And that was her last thoughts as the headsman took her life.