All of our choices, right or wrong,
All thwarted opportunities,
That haunt the attics of our soul
And taint our living memories
Are better left to rest in peace,
They weary of their sleepless plight,
The ghosts of regret wish to fade
Forever from our watchful sight.
So let them go, they’ve stayed too long
As prisoners without a key,
The weight will lift when you can say,
It’s time, I wish now to be free.
Reowr 