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.