In the quiet of the consequence,
rises the volume of his guilty conscience,
another year has gone by leaves him asking why,
his legacy is potential,
Captain could've should've would've,
had he sharpened his mental,
he could have rewritten his story,
partook in the glory,
all he's left with is sorry.

Right now he must resist resentment,
realize repentance hoping the ominous cloud,
the one that stands imposing and proud,
will not pour the cold judgment to which he's been sentenced.