It's like a whisper in the ear I fear it is there and then gone Appearing in the edge of the eye The whole what could have been song.
I ran and then stumbled I tried and then bumbled And in that failure I wished that i could That I would have done as I should.
I wish that I had known And from that knowlege boldness had grown That early seed I could have then sown For in hindsight now my failure I bemoan.
For the opportunity now has come and passed. And no matter how I wish it would only last. I am left aching for another chance But it is to the empty air I feebly grasp.
The glory of the bygone The chance of the days past Is the cloak of shame that I cannot cast The ache that I can never satiate Of the feeling that I was too late.