If I could turn back the clock,
I'd take back the words, the hurt, the shock.
The tooth I lost, the sting I felt,
The silent wars in hearts that knelt.
I wanted vengeance, an eye for an eye,
To watch them suffer, to see them cry.
But now I know, with deeper cost,
That in the end, I was the one who lost.
The pain I sought, the rage I held,
Burned my soul, and truth dispelled.
What’s justice when it leaves you cold,
A heart of stone, a mind grown old?
If I could turn back the clock,
I’d step away from the endless block.
The gloves I wore, the fists I threw,
Were just the wounds I never knew.
The boxer I never became….
Was not the one who lived for fame,
But the one who learned to let it go,
To heal the heart, to slow the blow.
If I could turn back the clock,
I’d find the strength to break the lock.
For in forgiveness lies the key,
And peace is found when you let it be.
I’d walk away from all the fights,
And find my peace in softer nights.
The boxer I never became,
Is the one who learned to drop the shame.
For what’s a win if you lose your soul?
What’s a title when you’re never whole?
So if I could turn back the clock,
I’d let the past slip from my walk.
And in its place, I’d find the grace,
To leave the ring, and find my place.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
If I could turn back the clock,
I'd take back the words, the hurt, the shock.
The tooth I lost, the sting I felt,
The silent wars in hearts that knelt.
I wanted vengeance, an eye for an eye,
To watch them suffer, to see them cry.
But now I know, with deeper cost,
That in the end, I was the one who lost.
The pain I sought, the rage I held,
Burned my soul, and truth dispelled.
What’s justice when it leaves you cold,
A heart of stone, a mind grown old?
If I could turn back the clock,
I’d step away from the endless block.
The gloves I wore, the fists I threw,
Were just the wounds I never knew.
The boxer I never became….
Was not the one who lived for fame,
But the one who learned to let it go,
To heal the heart, to slow the blow.
If I could turn back the clock,
I’d find the strength to break the lock.
For in forgiveness lies the key,
And peace is found when you let it be.
I’d walk away from all the fights,
And find my peace in softer nights.
The boxer I never became,
Is the one who learned to drop the shame.
For what’s a win if you lose your soul?
What’s a title when you’re never whole?
So if I could turn back the clock,
I’d let the past slip from my walk.
And in its place, I’d find the grace,
To leave the ring, and find my place.