All the things that might have been
If we had treated them more like men
All the chances we have thrown away
Golden time has shipped away
Now for what might have been
In the past now gone away
Now for what we would not see
For all the things we would not let be
Now for what we were we have lost our today
Lost all of what once might have been
Because we saw them not as men
Would let them be our friends
What we were we would not share
We would treat them as if they were men