Twenty-twenty, ‘tis said to be
Yet now, so clearly do I see
Hindsight views such times, now lost
To go back I’d pay any cost

Things I wish I’d done, or said
To those who’ve drifted, or lie dead
I wish, so dearly, for the chance
To change what’s now my circumstance

So much sorrow
So much regret
No more tomorrow
They’re gone, and yet

All that’s left to do is clear
I cannot dwell on yesteryear
My choices give no other choice
I’m left with nothing, but my voice

So now I speak the best I can
I try so others understand
What matters can’t be weighed in gold
Its finding those who’s hand you hold