Okay, maybe it is worth posting
Written Feb. 3, 2004
Looking Back
My blood pours out staining the stones crimson
My cup runneth over, am I so blessed?
No, I howl to the four winds.
No regrets, no looking back this day is dead.
What have I done?
It was my choice and mine alone
When all is said and done
I will not take it back.
Twenty years from now I may look back and regret
But if I had the chance to live it over it still would be the same.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
Forgive me Mohter, for abusing your gift.
Forgive me Child, for what shall not be.
May I forgive myself every time I doubt my path.
My path, my choices
No regrets, no looking back.
What's done is done, the sun rises, the moon sets
And I would not change a thing.
Looking Back
My blood pours out staining the stones crimson
My cup runneth over, am I so blessed?
No, I howl to the four winds.
No regrets, no looking back this day is dead.
What have I done?
It was my choice and mine alone
When all is said and done
I will not take it back.
Twenty years from now I may look back and regret
But if I had the chance to live it over it still would be the same.
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
Forgive me Mohter, for abusing your gift.
Forgive me Child, for what shall not be.
May I forgive myself every time I doubt my path.
My path, my choices
No regrets, no looking back.
What's done is done, the sun rises, the moon sets
And I would not change a thing.