So many things to say
Yet ample opportunity wasted
Time passes without a care
And i wouldnt dare
To go back and try to change the way it happened
So many bridges burned
With so much emotion wasted
I am left sitting here wondering
Where everything fell off track
I love what i have today
But i miss what i had in the past
Friends and stories come and go
but when i look back i miss it alas
The way i used to beable to open up
With more than just a few people
The way i could help others
Get through their own substantial dilemmas
I miss the old days
And i am dieing to assist
The people i was friends with
Without being dismissed
I always want to help
And i dont care who it is
I just wish i could be forgiven
And let in again to help you through
all that is new we would review
"...be forgiven..."
I wish I could - especially in the instances in the past when I was not in the wrong - just there being supportive. "Let me help." is a theme desperately needed to be repeated worldwide -Allets-