Softly cup my hand to ear
As wind blows whispers that I hear
Sadness, loss, regret they bring
All shadows from my yesteryear
Words escape me, ones I’ve lost
I never knew how much it’d cost
When I thought not to buy a ring
The path I should, I never crossed
Now I’m forced to walk, move on
Time has passed; those moments, gone
And though I wish to have them back
I must stay focused on the dawn
For life is cruel, it won’t concede
Regardless if I pray and plead
And though I may not be on track
Faith in myself is all I need
Things in life, they come and go
And as I lift this small window
I look outside, only to see
That we reap the things we sow
Every action, every word
Is seen, or felt, or tasted, heard
And whether it is you, or me
Life’s purpose always seems so blurred
So, to you, who has a past
Do not let your transgressions last
We’re here, together, throughout our time
And everyone has sins amassed
Live with love, try to arrange
The life you want, an open grange
Do not break rhythm, just to rhyme
And always, ride, the winds of change
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