Like a faded bloom is the flower of regret
When we find that time has passed us by
Opportunity lost or under rug swept
As tears fall from weary eyes
How easily broken are the ties that bind
While we rush busily on our way
Only to wake one day and find
Grief has stricken us where we lay
Words left unsaid haunt guilty minds
And the heart finds no release
Each day a penance for unspoken crimes
And each night a quest for peace