What can I tell you of regret? That you don’t already know Maybe how it feels to owe a debt Or leave your imprints in the snow
Where does the widow lay her head? In the coldest winter night Knowing her husbands dead With no farewell before his fight
Or what about the little boy? Who bought an ice cream cone. Then in the window saw a toy And dropped the ice cream scone
Where does a father turn? When his children, now are lost Who escaped from his hand too stern Their paths never again crossed
How does the drunken fool feel? In the misplaced mornings of remorse While forgotten moments painfully reveal Where the drinking began at its source
What tales does the old man tell? Of love and fortune barely missed As forlorn figures of memories dwell The stories of pain persist
When can the general rest? After sending his troops to war Not knowing the informant confessed His people were slaughtered as they arrived ashore
How does the historian write? Telling legends of folks of lore As religious pressure brings fright Which facts does he choose to ignore?
Who is the leader that might have stood? And rally the nation to a virtuous goal Perhaps guided them towards a common good But, in the chaos lost his voice and soul
For you see, I was a train conductor back in eastern Germany During the war I served as a cadet Escorted millions on their doomed journey And that’s what I know of regret
Stringing together different life examples of Regret, if you pay close attention it ties in together for one story. The last Stanza Answers the narrators first question