WHEN IT'S OVER JUST BOW!
Why cling to a dream that is broken?
Heaven was made to be lost.
Expect cruel words to be spoken!
Now a new bridge must be crossed.
It's easy to grow more regretful,
To cherish the stone in one's heart;
So easy to grow more forgetful,
Only viewing the heart-breaking part.
Very few of us go through life gaily,
Each day free of trouble and pain.
Regret can invade our lives daily
Just because we endure it again.
Until we can shake off regretting,
So at last a bright future can dawn,
This malaise of just never forgetting
Brings with it regret that's new-born.
Off with the cloak of despair!
Wake up and smell the fresh air!