but his regrets were too few to tell.
Good for him, I wish one day I could afford
to say the same and feel what he felt.
Sadly, by how things are going,
regrets will haunt me for as long as I’m breathing.
Shadows of what could and should
will always loom over and suffocating.
I understand there is no point
in looking back too much.
Let by gone be by gone,
just learn from it to find the right path.
But I can’t help wishing
I could turn back the clock to right the wrongs.
Do things differently,
see light from different angles and sing different songs.
Don’t get me wrong,
this is not about ‘she who broke my heart’.
She is no longer a cancer,
I’ve moved on and healed, way past that.
This is about the years I’ve wasted,
doing nothing and being a coward.
The time when I stay rooted to my fear
while the rest of the world moved forward.
I’m paying for those years now
and my past idiocy is catching up now.
I’m finding things are hard now
no matter how hard I try now.
Maybe I’m just too weak
after years of being a helpless crybaby.
Maybe what I think is tough
is no more than a daily thing for everybody.
But no matter what it is,
I’ll face it with whatever courage I have.
Rip into me, tear me to pieces,
I’ll take it head on and try to be brave.
Just one thing, don’t make me walk alone
with no one to wipe the tears should I cry.
Alone with no one to offer me shelter
when the dark cloud fill the sky.
So I beg You God,
please don’t take them away from me.
Don’t make me face the harsh reality of life
without their love to comfort me.
Their love and care got me this far,
showed me hope when I surrendered.
Their love and care is what I need to push me
so I can keep going further.
It’s what I need so one day I can put the past behind me, truly.
So one day I could sing ‘my regrets were too few to tell’, proudly.
Their love and care, if it's not too much to ask for...
