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