Dwindled are the chances with choices that are fettered with vain.
My life played back to burden my soul, chastise and lay me to blame
Recorded grief to remind me my mistakes and take measure in my pain
To look back at a cluttered past and dwell on what could have been
To crush what all is good and strangle hope before it reaches my heart
Before light and glory reaches my eyes and reminds me what could have been from the start.
New are the choices that are fettered with naught
Old are the binds that bound mine sense and stole me from my promised path
Prayers are the paths that guide me now so I don’t twice make the same mistakes.