If I could take back time,
from my chronic back;
if I could regain,
the things I now lack.

I would turn the tide,
so I could heal my scars,
and regain the life,
lost behind this bars.

If I could take back time,
and be young again,
I'd return what's mine,
all I should have gained.

I would've slowed my pace,
or walked a different hall.
So I could face the face,
in the mirror wall.

If the sands of time,
had blown a different way:
If society cared for my kind,
I wouldn't have sailed away.

I'd take that second chance,
to start again back home.
I'd dance a different dance,
and do the things I didn't do,
But know now I should've done.