The mistakes I've made are in the past.
I take my steps forward, and face the full blast.
The bravest of those, confess their short comings.
But the strongest of those, retake their wings.
They don't let the past burden there flight,
They don't look back, and they don't fear night.
They've learned what is most dear, they're prepared to fight,
For what they love most, is the source of their might.