this life is a like a Woman Who is standing at the Well
that somehow brings us Water in the heat of driest spell
collecting every moment We could ever Waste in time
and hiding it in pillars placed so gently in our minds
regret can be a hole through Which We let them fall in vain
but if We can forgive then let them stand beside our pain
there's little more to carry than the choices We have made
so let us be accountable but humbled every day